Free Spirit
Bordering the road,
but theatrical, the way
it looked like someone
had planted a garden
rich in wildness.
A rocky outcrop
with ragwort and willowherb,
vetch and wild thyme –
the hills beyond mantled with sun.
I scatter you here,
watch as a wisp of smoke
lifts along the ground,
wildness running
through these last ashes
as you curl into the landscape.