Tag Archives: wildflowers

KAWEAH BRODIAEA 2016

 

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Hiding in shadows
and deep in the dry grasses,
no longer extinct.

 

 

Kaweah Brodiaea 2012

 

PARTNERS

 

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To circumnavigate
the granite entwined as one
to bathe in sunshine.

                         ~

 

On reconnaissance to ostensibly assess the native feed in order to decide when we will begin weaning our calves, Robbin and I spent a delightful day in Greasy yesterday. With more grass than cattle, it wasn’t the amount of grass, but its maturity we were judging between several camera stops and a quick snack with a clan of cows and calves. Though some wildflowers have been conspicuously absent this spring, like popcorn flowers, most have flourished while competing with the tall grass.

 

ITHURIEL’S SPEAR

 

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Once touched, all made clear
by the angel’s showered jewels
shimmering with truth.

 

Bird’s Eye Gilia

 

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PRETTY FACES

 

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Over the ridge, friendly families
claim the hillside, pale homesteads
amid a sweep of shadowed green

beg for me to look, first to welcome
me back home, back off the road
two thousand feet below.

Here, now can last a long time—no need
to remember names when everyone
looks the same, ready for a party.

 

PURPLE FAIRY LANTERN

 

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Within the silent clash of blades,
shy scarlet globes within green stems
hide with their heads bowed

if you know where they live.
In the thatch of another world,
snallygaster crane flies become

fairies within the grass forest
we part to share the light
of twenty-one springs together

in these hills with generations
of cattle, with all the wild gods
and goddesses as our witnesses.

 

MANYFLOWERED MONKEYFLOWER

 

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Thriving in the cracks of granite,
small towns with no strangers
overlooked by bigger appetites

for glory, mountainsides of color.
Carefree young, I rest more often now
resisting time, give-in to gravity

to see my shrinking world up-close:
sagas of intricate adaptations
singing softly to the sun.

 

SIERRA SHOOTING STAR

 

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I let my hand run
upon paper with pencil,
let lines loose to find the grace

etched upon the walls of my mind,
imitate the random arcs
balanced against the tension

of gravity and time
lest I forget a world without
my awkward plodding.

In the foreground: slate gray grass
connects to tall stems bent
with petals across the page.

 

Owl’s Clover

 

Purple Owl's Clover Castilleja exserta

Purple Owl’s Clover Castilleja exserta

 

White Owl's Clover (Valley Tassels) Castilleja attenuata

White Owl’s Clover (Valley Tassels) Castilleja attenuata

 

SPRING 2016

 

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A plodding drawn through hot
and dry, through the seasons
to graze this moment,

this cacophony of light—
of life exploding
beneath our feet.