by Rebecca Write

Created on: May 25, 2010

The Mexican Hats are so thick and bright

In the gold after sunset

Which lingers sensuously on at this time of year

That I walk past the mushrooms

Well that’s not right

So a winding trail it is

Through the lavish field

Which becomes more seductive and vibrant

With each stop

Wildflowers and native plants explode

In a fantastic celebration of color and scent

They wind their ways into my veins

The light does not fade

It deepens

A solitary plum tree

The grand dame of the thicket

Has produced an anomaly

Of ripe orbs like the sun

Blazing near my feet

While the fruit of her children

Cling tightly above

Green as the leaves

Near the clothes line

Another group is glowing white

Against the saturated evening

And brighten even more under the moon

The luminous petals

Howling at the sky

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