Cactus night bloom braves
the sun, but only one day—
for mothers in May.
Posted in Photographs, Poems 2014
Tagged Easter Lily Cactus, Echinopsis oxygona, flowers, garden, haiku, Mother's Day, photographs, poetry
Posted in Photographs, Poems 2014
Tagged Drought, Great Western Divide, haiku, photographs, poetry, weather
Surprise me with color
that prolongs spring,
just add water to the wild.
Posted in Photographs, Poems 2014
Tagged African Daisy, Drought, Gerber Daisy, Gerbera, haiku, photographs, poetry, weekly-photo-challenge
Posted in Photographs, Poems 2014
Tagged California Buckeye, Drought, haiku, photographs, poetry, weather, weekly-photo-challenge, wildflowers
Gates left open
to trails we explore,
sometimes I forget where I am.
Posted in Photographs, Poems 2014
Tagged Drought, Greasy Creek, haiku, photographs, poetry, Pretty Face, Sierra Tidy Tips, Sulphur Peak, weather, wildflowers
The startled rock pigeons fly in a bunch from the pasture ahead of a drab figure making a game of the hunt, with extra bounds in the short grass for fun. Between them ground squirrels scattering that I can’t see. Bobcat, Coyote in the glasses at 400 yards? A long tail stops to listen to me holler at the house as it leaves, and then again as I repeat myself, winter hair shining like a well-groomed German Shepherd at dusk, looking back over its shoulder at a human outpost in this world. The good dog growls beside me.
Calves big, pups ahead—
even fine specimens
can make a living fun.
Even at a distance smiling
in a cheerful crowd.
I see your face.
Perhaps the most photogenic wildflower, the Golden Brodiaea or Pretty Face begs to be looked upon, straight down, a flat plane of cheerful faces with a fixed focal length looking up without a care in the world. Their bloom is plentiful this spring, showing above our short feed making one last growth spurt, one last gasp before turning and heading out early. At a distance in the green, the clusters appear to be single yellowish flowers, indistinct lush splotches dotting north and east slopes in the low clay and the granite draws. Each cluster much the same, yet uniquely different in bloom and detail, I seem to photograph them every spring.
Posted in Photographs, Poems 2014
Tagged Drought, Golden Brodiaea, haiku, photographs, poetry, Pretty Face, wildflowers