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Desert Evening Primrose   Leave a comment

Italian Springs 2013Desert Evening Primrose — Image by kenne

I grow 

in the bajadas

along rocky slopes

pushing aside 

dry gravel

in search of 

morning sun.

No rain 

shortens my growth,

hastening 

my buds

to open early

in the cool

of the evening,

closing by

mid-morning.

I am

a primrose,

oenothera primiveris

by name.

— kenne

Nature Walker   Leave a comment

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Evening Primrose   Leave a comment

yellow wildflower (1 of 1)-2 evening primrose blogEvening Primrose (February 26, 2016) — Image by kenne

 

Capturing The Moment — Evening Primrose On The Mountain   2 comments

Cutleaf Evening Primrose (1 of 1) art blogCutleaf Evening Primrose On The Mountain (Mt. Lemmon, August 1, 2014) — Image by kenne

Walking mountain trails

Nature opening to all,

A time to belong.

— kenne

Capturing The Moment — Cutleaf Evening Primrose   Leave a comment

Aspen Loop, hiking, Mt. LemmonCutleaf Evening Primrose — Image by kenne

Evening Primrose

When once the sun sinks in the west,
And dewdrops pearl the evening’s breast;
Almost as pale as moonbeams are,
Or its companionable star,
The evening primrose opes anew
Its delicate blossoms to the dew;
And, hermit-like, shunning the light,
Wastes its fair bloom upon the night,
Who, blindfold to its fond caresses,
Knows not the beauty it possesses;
Thus it blooms on while night is by;
When day looks out with open eye,
Bashed at the gaze it cannot shun,
It faints and withers and is gone. 

 — John Clare

Capturing The Moment — Hooker’s Evening Primrose   Leave a comment

Sunset Trail HikeHooker’s Evening Primrose — Image by kenne

A lady of the evening

beckoning in the twilight breeze

along the highway of curves

always tender to the stroke

opening enticing arms

not asking very much

just a one night stand

changing color by daylight

kissed by the mountain dew.

kenne

Not so the evening primroses . . .   2 comments

Kickback Rock 07-30-12Cutleaf Evening Primrose — Image by kenne

Full
by Wendy Barker

Light splotches on the bed,
mesmerizing the morning.
Why rise from this dazzle?

But outside the kitchen door,
the first time in years, flickering
in the pittosporum’s froth, a dozen

dozen Monarch butterflies ignite
the green, their white freckled patches
shifting, rapid as a blink, and gone.

Not so the evening primroses
that open as the light is leaving
and remains even as the moon lifts

from the trees, even as you sit
steady above your book, until
you rise, and bring me your hands.

(Windy Barker is a poet and critic, and teaches literature at the University of Texas at San Antonio. Windy has been involved in several “Writer’s In Performance” events over the years.)

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