Oasis Overgrown.
Oasis Overgrown.
Relaxing in the resplendence
of my own back yard,
where two acres of
wildflowers run amok,
between the quaking
asps and populars.
The Devils Paintbrush
actually seems to splash
its brilliant orange strokes
amidst the dabbled
yellows, greens and blues.
Queen Anne's Lace dances
primly in the June breeze,
as the Forget-Me-Nots
won't let me, not now, not ever.
The Buttercups melt
in the early morning haze,
creating a sunny side up
path across the meadows.
The Poppies all flirt with
the Mums in my garden,
while bees ride the manes
of the Dandelions,
and float over the Clover,
which exudes a honeyed scent.
The Silver Dollars add
a richness to it all,
their purples like a
king's royal robes.
Morning Glories
rise and trumpet
the arrival of
another perfect day.
©-MFB III