To know a place you have to walk it again and again. Slowly. Eyes open. Expectantly. I walk the wilderness daily. Even on the same paths and in the same places there is always something new. I know where to find the ironwood tree and the indigo bush. I know where a young saguaro shelters in the shadows of its nurse tree, a palo verde. And I know where the prickly poppies grow, blooming in snowy profusion in April and May. As the desert days become hotter and hotter, the flowers go to seed. September is not a prickly poppy month. Yet something draws me to the place where I saw them in the spring. A single white blossom clings to one spiny, bedraggled stalk. I fall to my knees before this wonder, weeping for joy at my good fortune.
Posted on September 7, 2014, in 5-7-5, Arizona, Carpe Diem, haibun, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona, wildflowers and tagged darkness, petals, poppy, Prickly Poppy, snooze, Sonoran Desert, Southern California. Bookmark the permalink. 14 Comments.