today
i braided my hair
and slipped honeysuckles
between the woven strands
i drove to the top of a mountain
and along the way
i stopped a dozen times
to oohhh and ahhh
at the wildflowers
who lined the way
daisy clover rose rue
and then
i watched a storm roll in
the clouds dark & gray
foreboding
and nothing like
the sun kisses flower filled day
the wind and rain chased me
into my tent
where i weathered the storm
as water poured in
soaking my hair
and dampening the sheets
i had imagined
i would cozy up under
once the stars came out
they may shine tonight
but i won't see them
they'll be hidden
behind the storm clouds
that keep dropping rain
on my already wet head
and the pages of
my poem filled notebook ( amanda nicole )