Blooms of Freedom

Away from the prying eyes,
At the turn of a road
I stand timidly, waiting.
freedom's breeze e'en then
seldom touches my flowers,
Plenty and yellow... yet sacrificial.
I stand alone, trying to defy.
One sultry evening
Benevolent sky broke
Born from  my timid wishes
They left me naked, left me bereft.

Now, after slumber days of mellow summer
I stand tall,ushering the unknown,
Dreams of my soul-
Nodding and welcoming, my yellow blossoms.