Fragrant Flowers - Poem by G.R. Gaus
Wild in its natural form,
Spring is in full bloom,
April in the flatlands,
Mountain time is June,
Snow has slowly melted,
Moisture swells the earth,
Seeds await, germination,
Not all will experience birth.
Yellow, blues; purple, reds,
Shapes draped into a cluster,
Busy bees cross pollinate,
Sunshine brings on the luster.
Some lasting throughout the fall,
Others only a few weeks,
No matter how long colors bloom,
Outstanding in their peaks.
A Ruby Throated Hummingbird,
Feeds endlessly on the nectar,
Wild Flower anthers and pistils,
Tiny body becomes the collector.
Soon will fade into summer’s heat,
Annuals begin making seed,
Reassure they’ll be back next year,
Nature at the helm; Godspeed.
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