Not many left who care
to see the dance, a flash
of flesh beneath her leaves,
she teases him when he’s not
watching hawks and deer—
well before you ever get there.
Not many left who care
to see the dance, a flash
of flesh beneath her leaves,
she teases him when he’s not
watching hawks and deer—
well before you ever get there.
Posted in Photographs, Poems 2014
Tagged Blue Oak, Bush Monkeyflowers, Greasy Creek, Manzanita, photographs, poetry, wildflowers





