Ann Peck Poet Quatrain

And Now They'Ve Gone

I've searched nearby hillocks and sand.
They've gone missing sooner than late:
no wildflowers to perk barren land,
gypsy flowers by garden gate.

Where are those tiny violets
that snuggled closely to the ground;
yellows that smiled to all they met,
iris-hued daisies always found?

Blossoms dipped in a sunset's peach
once caressed my garden's rock wall.
And, tangled beside, in their reach
trumpet vines, crimson-red and tall.

Drought escorted seasons' changing,
yet we missed blossoms' frantic call.
This summer passed rearranging
joy with no wildflowers at all.

August 10, 2022

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Elizabeth Mccann August 18, 2022 at 7:36 PM I love this, Ann. The violets snuggled and the iris-hued draw me in with their movement. Elizabeth Ann Peck August 19, 2022 at 8:13 AM Thank you, Elizabeth. Your poetry touches my heart.

Harry Horsman August 18, 2022 at 8:16 AM Oh, love this Ann, One i adore wildflowers, they were always there especially in my youth, growing up in the Yorkshire Dales, but now as you write, no moisture, less rain, changing climate. The poetry, so topical, should be a potd, in my opinion. Going to my favourites anyway...Stay Safe...Harry Ann Peck August 19, 2022 at 8:12 AM Thank you, Harry. I've always looked forward to the wildflowers, but have noticed smaller and fewer patches. Thank you for faving :)

Constance La France August 14, 2022 at 2:59 PM Ann, beautiful poem and writing, I know what you mean, the flowers are dying, best of luck in the contest, blessings ~Constance Ann Peck August 17, 2022 at 8:35 PM Thanks so much, Constance. Your comments really mean a lot to me. :)

Suzanne Clear August 13, 2022 at 12:24 PM Anne, The wild and crazy blooms shall return!! You made me appreciate with your insightful observations! change will happen .......not to worry, pretty lady! loved this, suzanne Ann Peck August 17, 2022 at 8:36 PM Thanks, Sweet Suzanne. We got rain today!!!

Bill Baker August 11, 2022 at 3:32 PM A sad state of affairs, the flowers are wilting and burning up here in Texas. Your poem said it so well, Ann. Lovely imagery and a good entry for the contest. Good luck my friend! Bill Ann Peck August 20, 2022 at 4:56 PM Hi Bill, and now flash flooding. I guess we should have appreciated weather when it was more predictible.

Gershon Wolf August 10, 2022 at 6:31 PM I believe that flowers and your pen are a perfect match, Ann. Gee, another great poem about flowers. Huzzah! ~ Gershon Ann Peck August 20, 2022 at 4:31 PM Thanks, Gershon! I miss the wildflowers...

Frederic Parker August 10, 2022 at 2:40 PM Hard season all around, some places more than others, your poetry paints the situation rather well, there is a wistful sadness in this poem... Ann Peck September 30, 2022 at 11:15 AM Yes, I am sad with no wildflowers. I wonder what will be the next casulity. Thanks for your comments!

Michelle Faulkner August 10, 2022 at 1:19 PM This has such a sad wistfulness, missing the colorful summer flowers, I feel the drought especially in the final stanza~ Ann Peck August 10, 2022 at 2:42 PM Thanks, Michelle. It's not only wildflowers that are missing. One day last summer, there was a squirrel and two bunnies stretched out sunning on my back wall. Today no squirrel and one bunny comes for apples. Thanks for commenting. :)

Ilene Bauer August 10, 2022 at 11:16 AM add to that the dwindling numbers of butterflies and it's a sad situation, ann! your poem describes it very beautifully... Ann Peck August 10, 2022 at 11:37 AM Thank you, Ilene. I have seen NO butterflies this year. It's all too sad.

Rico Leffanta August 10, 2022 at 10:57 AM Burned to the ground or washed away, they shall come again another day! Enjoyed! Aloha! Ann Peck August 10, 2022 at 11:23 AM I hope so! Thanks, Rico. Aloha!