Oh wow, just noticed it’s been so long since I’ve had time to blog. It’s been a really** busy nine days. But, in this I was able to write a poem when I was the art fair in Litchfield Park, AZ this weekend – about the primroses in bloom in the desert currently. (Yes, I’ve been taking walks instead of blogging….) And another sonnet towards beating Mr Shakespeare in his number of sonnets.
The one that got extra yellow…..
Desert Primroses
I never knew that primroses would grow
so close together through the desert dirt.
Amazing that from down there they will know
when one rain will be many, and they’ll spurt
up to the sun. Each little yellow face
so like their cousins from cool, wetter lands.
You would not think they’d grow in such a place
but there they are, amassing through the sands
wheat thick! I cannot walk around but tread
on primroses, most pale, but in between
one got some extra yellow for its head
to stand out from a crowd like none I’ve seen.
A wetter year has grown a primrose lawn,
but they’ll be battered down in the next storm.
Skyscapes for the Soul - Jeni Bate 