Saguaro Seeds
The ancient cactus that grows in barren lands
Alone and shaded by their own thorns
Take hundreds of years to mature
Hundreds of years to prepare
Hundreds of years until
They give life
A tiny bloom finally appears in thorny reaches
And blesses the skies with new colors
Colors that invite the flying bugs
Colors that sweetly sing
Colors that soon fade away
And the gift comes
In a bursting
Ancient Saguaro seeds season the desert airs
Like black pepper from a kitchen shaker
But with special and sacred flavor
In a bursting they ride the winds
They dance in blazing the air
And they settle over time
Into shadows
The Saguaro keeps secret their lives’ tales
While they give to the rest of the world
Places to sleep and places to live
Offering slivers of precious shade
While the whole time they grow
For hundreds of years
To give life
Only once
Copyright © Jeanette Ozee | Year Posted 2006
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