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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

Copyright © Ann Peck | Year Posted 2022

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Elizabeth Mccann Date: 8/18/2022 7:36:00 PM I love this, Ann. The violets snuggled and the iris-hued draw me in with their movement. Elizabeth Login to Reply Ann Peck Date: 8/19/2022 8:13:00 AM Thank you, Elizabeth. Your poetry touches my heart.

Harry Horsman Date: 8/18/2022 8:16:00 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 Login to Reply Ann Peck Date: 8/19/2022 8:12:00 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 Date: 8/14/2022 2:59:00 PM Ann, beautiful poem and writing, I know what you mean, the flowers are dying, best of luck in the contest, blessings ~Constance Login to Reply Ann Peck Date: 8/17/2022 8:35:00 PM Thanks so much, Constance. Your comments really mean a lot to me. :)

Suzanne Clear Date: 8/13/2022 12:24:00 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 Login to Reply Ann Peck Date: 8/17/2022 8:36:00 PM Thanks, Sweet Suzanne. We got rain today!!!

Bill Baker Date: 8/11/2022 3:32:00 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 Login to Reply Ann Peck Date: 8/20/2022 4:56:00 PM Hi Bill, and now flash flooding. I guess we should have appreciated weather when it was more predictible.

Gershon Wolf Date: 8/10/2022 6:31:00 PM I believe that flowers and your pen are a perfect match, Ann. Gee, another great poem about flowers. Huzzah! ~ Gershon Login to Reply Ann Peck Date: 8/20/2022 4:31:00 PM Thanks, Gershon! I miss the wildflowers...

Frederic Parker Date: 8/10/2022 2:40:00 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... Login to Reply Ann Peck Date: 9/30/2022 11:15:00 AM Yes, I am sad with no wildflowers. I wonder what will be the next casulity. Thanks for your comments!

Michelle Faulkner Date: 8/10/2022 1:19:00 PM This has such a sad wistfulness, missing the colorful summer flowers, I feel the drought especially in the final stanza~ Login to Reply Ann Peck Date: 8/10/2022 2:42:00 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 Date: 8/10/2022 11:16:00 AM add to that the dwindling numbers of butterflies and it's a sad situation, ann! your poem describes it very beautifully... Login to Reply Ann Peck Date: 8/10/2022 11:37:00 AM Thank you, Ilene. I have seen NO butterflies this year. It's all too sad.

Rico Leffanta Date: 8/10/2022 10:57:00 AM Burned to the ground or washed away, they shall come again another day! Enjoyed! Aloha! Login to Reply Ann Peck Date: 8/10/2022 11:23:00 AM I hope so! Thanks, Rico. Aloha!