Rosemary Freedman

To all the people who love wildflowers

Rosemary Freedman

If I were to tell you that joshua trees write poems about the shadows made by the rose frost of your cheeks the color of zinnias. Your crooked smile is a welcome that invites the sun through a door of darkness. An owl lands at your feet, pulling at the hem of your pants. All the bright colors are like fireworks on an ordinary day. Indigo baptista, New England Aster, Queen Anne’s lace, bachelor buttons. Redbuckia — the gold petals glow like lightening bugs, like masa. If you wait for the rain long enough, the wildflowers will rise like the voices of children at their first holiday pageant.

Rosemary Freedman is a poet, a painter and an advanced practice nurse. She has 7 children and lives in Noblesville, Indiana with her husband Jack. Rosemary enjoys growing peonies and tending her large garden. She is a graduate of Indiana University. Rosemary is currently working toward her masters of fine arts in poetry at Butler University.