Behold the marvelous wildflowers!A Poem by Amy Michelle MosierBehold the marvelous wildflowers! How they boldly carpet a sloping glen - Our gift from Earth’s seasonal showers. Hardly is the desert recognizable Come March to an untrained eye when Spring has announced herself in full Except for occasional saguaros - The perennial observers to this annual display - Perched on the precarious ledge they chose. Penstemon and globe mallow are in glee; Even the palo verdes celebrate By showering the ground with yellow confetti.
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