ONLINE BONUS: Weed Gallery

The bull thistle, yes, with fierce spines.

Bright blooms on every stem

aren’t sufficient to make it a flower.


But how can a violet be a weed? I know

it’s invasive, but April violets glow

in the grass, shy when spring’s starting.


They’re blue, not violet, as is clear

from the rhyme. Wind stirs

last year’s leaves, and under my feet


five-petaled blossoms gleam

like dark stars. Hawkweed lifts

yellow blooms on its thin stems.


It’s a sign of bad soil. But it shines

at the roadsides, and bindweed climbs

on anything, attaching itself to hedges


and fences. Yes, it’s a weed, and trains

moan at all hours. Broken-down

cars rust on small lawns.


And when I step out under blue-silk

skies, it will be sweet to walk

among flowering bindweeds.

Barbara Daniels’s Talk to the Lioness was published by Casa de Cinco Hermanas Press in 2020. Her poetry has appeared in Lake Effect, Cleaver, Faultline, Small Orange, Meridian, and elsewhere. Barbara Daniels received a 2020 fellowship from the New Jersey State Council on the Arts.