Bumper crop of damn-near everything
thriving since last season’s rain
that bogged us to a standstill.
Red oak galls on the Valley Oak,
Tarweed yellow on open slopes.
Earth alive with frogs and rodents,
she moves with grace beneath
a new summer dress I haven’t seen
before—or perhaps I have forgotten
or ignored. A man must be careful
with hackneyed compliments
like ‘wild’ and ‘beautiful’.
drycrikjournal 
And now in hot October that, once verdant beauty, tempts the wild flames of late fall. Dry and rattling they wave tantalizing branches and seed heads to be consumed by FIRE!
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