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Oasis Overgrown.

Updated on January 27, 2010

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.



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      pbwriterchick 8 years ago

      This is beautiful! Love the word play :D