Wildflowers

Meadow flowers
Tatiana Shtab

I collect meadow flowers -
The beauty of the pristine bouquet.
The bells in it are blue
Snow-white daisies sonnet.

Golden bedstraw - with a panicle,
Sweet clover and St. John's wort with it,
And feather grass with silver bangs
Shakes his head over the bouquet.

Flakes, soft, fluffy porridge
And here is raspberry ivan tea,
With triumph, he is in fragrant decoration,
Towering, the bouquet is crowned.

The blue of cornflowers and carnations,
In them, with thorns, a thistle
Dropped in the arms of the dodder
As the chosen one, taken by surprise.

Ah, flowers are unearthly beauty!
How wonderful your smell and color!
You are like the music of the fatherland,
Summer hot, sweet hello.