Sonoran Summer
SONORAN SUMMER
The river has run dry, its dripless bed is empty, and
Crossing the flower carpet dim and dusty, parched
Penstemon and brave little brittlebush,
Expecting an inundation, stretch in a rush -
Spreading petals and leaves which their wetted
Wilted tapestry of color weaves - but they fast
Revert to survival tactics and retract petals, in the
Yearly drought of the Sonoran summer.
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Note.
The desert of Sonora, Mexico, is one of the driest in the world, making plant life there very uncertain.
Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2012
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