from the rust,red soil,
the nastursiums come.
first as tendrils, spiderlike
then, the little, disc umbrella leaves.
green and expectant,
in the sub-tropical,
late,winter sun.
and soon the riotous ladies,
come with skirts of colours
bold and joyous
resplendent in the party wear
then, they will run and skip
in rampant dance,
over rocks, tree stumps
climbing up the old fence.
with pepper in their tongues
and cheerful smiles.
they are one of summer's, most happy boons...
and soon and soon,
they come,
from the rust red soil
they come...
Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 6:28 PM UTC
from the rust,red soil,
the nastursiums come.
first as tendrils, spiderlike
then, the little, disc umbrella leaves.
green and expectant,
in the sub-tropical,
late,winter sun.
and soon the riotous ladies,
come with skirts of colours
bold and joyous
resplendent in the party wear
then, they will run and skip
in rampant dance,
over rocks, tree stumps
climbing up the old fence.
with pepper in their tongues
and cheerful smiles.
they are one of summer's, most happy boons...
and soon and soon,
they come,
from the rust red soil
they come...
just coming through now....such happy little plants
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