A Wild Awakening

Springtime rain brings fresh array of flowers east to west. The Rockies’ red and purple tufts of mountain pride are best. And mats of foliage named moss pink face south to get the sun while buttercups put forth large blooms so not to be outdone. Then comes the rain to bleak terrain where gloriously unfolds alongside barren roads - in patches - desert marigolds. Mojave yucca, blue lupines, and sego lily whites with Indian prairie fire flowers paint the deserts bright. And common flowers of the fields in every place abound. Sweet Joe-Pye weed; Black-eyed Susan push up from the ground. The California poppy makes a patchwork orange and blue while dandelions most unloved will countless seedlings spew. In southern marshes blossom too the water hyacinths, making of the waterways pesky labyrinths. In northern streams grow pussy willows naked with no petals, and somewhere on a touch-me-not a bumblebee now settles. Blossoming in woodlands now are flowers in the shade, but most prefer the sunlight of an open forest glade. The wild columbine dressed blue and handsome in the breeze, fragrant like the violet, gives nectar to the bees All across the country there awaken everywhere, each in their appointed region, wild flowers fair. Daisies, clover, daffodils and lovely Queen Anne’s lace. They briefly stay, but we can see more fully nature’s grace! (now for PD's Contest on Best Flower Poem) For Constance La France's mini-contest: Wild Flowers