Golden ragwort; perennial, native to the eastern US and eastern Canada. Mt. Cuba, Hockessin, Delaware
I bent down.
No fragrance but the scent of water on a hot day. Tadpoles in these waters.
Do not separate yourselves from me, I said, to the ragwort. Let me remember you as you are at this moment.
I could never be sad with the memory of your colours.
Very cheerful! (Some people are like that.)
‘I could never be sad with the memory of the colors.’ It is a beautiful line.