"Springtime on the desert floor" by Beth Stone


Ocotillo orange and green
Stands tall amidst the desert scene
Where yesterday the stalks were bare
Now lushly joins the prickly pear
Who once looked ominous - not mellow
But now shows forth its bloom of yellow
And Lechugilla which but once blooms
Sends up its stalk to meet its doom
Giant Yuccas drawing daggers
Where any man would dare to swagger
Now shines its ivory flowered light
Against the warm spring moonlit night
Winter shuts its barren door
and Springtime comes to the desert floor

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