Wildflower Memories of Spring

Elves dance
across the note laden air
sliding down strings of atoms.

Yellow daises waltz
in the rain scented air,
while white cream cups sway.

Blue cactus blossoms
kiss the first rays of dawn.

Red blossomed cactus bloom
their scarlet petals giving
color to the morning dew.

 

This  poem is, also, posted in the journal Writing in Snow, under the folder Awardicon Items, in my writing.com port.

 

 

Reality: A Cactus Flower

Its ruby blossoms 

Glisten with morning dew 

Its thorns 

Take the heedless unaware 

Slash deep 

Draw blood 

Leave splinters in the open wound 

Remove the splinters 

Stop the blood 

The healing process must begin 

Left in 

The thorns will poison the soul 

Slay the spirit 

Kill all hope 

Poet's Note: This poem was written in 1992 or 1993. I think the inspiration was a nature documentary about the desert or desert plants. 

It is spring in Las Vegas

Kamál (Perfection), 3 Jalál (Glory), 168 BE – Monday, April 11, 2011 about 4:02 PM Pacific Time

It is spring in Las Vegas. The purple flags in my neighbor’s yard are blooming. The oak trees have leaves. It is not as warm this year as last year; that, however, is all right with me because when the temperatures reach triple digits, I have to turn on the cool air.

My front yard is full of weeds, which I need to have pulled. I do not have grass I have weeds. The weeds are getting high and I will soon have to have them pulled. As soon as the temperatures go into the triple digits, the weeds will die and turn brown. I think I will have the weeds removed the end of April unless they begin to turn brown before that.

I would like to plant cactus in the front yard. I like cactus because I can grow them without much trouble. I cannot grow flowers, unless the flowers are part of a weed. I have no difficulty growing weeds or cactus. Since I have a choice, I prefer the cactus to the weeds. Cacti are beautiful and some of them have flowers.