Wilt, will you meet me among the Queen Anne’s Lace?

We have had a bumper crop of Queen Anne’s Lace this year.  It’s beautiful!  I’m glad it’s a wildflower that people leave alone to let it do its thing.   Around here it has been growing along the berms and in the medians just like it does every summer.  It makes me happy to see it.

I recently came across this poem by Joan Aiken called Midnight Is a Place that has such a wonderful , romantic feel to it  and does justice to the beauty of this ubiquitous wildflower.

Night's winged horses

No one can outpace

But midnight is no moment

Midnight is a place.

Meet me at Midnight,

Among the Queen Anne's Lace

Midnight is not a moment,

Midnight is a place—

When, when shall I meet you

When shall I see your face

For I am living in time at present

But you are living in space.

Time is only a corner

Age is only a fold

A year is merely a penny

Spent from a century's gold.

So meet me, meet me at midnight

(With sixty seconds' grace)

Midnight is not a moment;

Midnight is a place.

Meet me at Midnight,
Among the Queen Anne's Lace
Midnight is not a moment,
Midnight is a place—

But then, maybe the flower is beautiful because it has a beautiful name.  As Jarod Kintz says, “If our destiny stems from our name, then I weep for the flower named Wilt.”