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Desert 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
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Evening Primrose (February 26, 2016) — Image by kenne
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Capturing The Moment — Evening Primrose On The Mountain 2 comments
Cutleaf 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
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Cutleaf 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
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Capturing The Moment — Hooker’s Evening Primrose Leave a comment
Hooker’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
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Not so the evening primroses . . . 2 comments
Cutleaf 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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Capturing The Moment — Desert Evening Primrose 7 comments
Desert Evening Primrose
I grow
in the bajadas
alone rocky slopes
pushing aside
dry gravel
in search of 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.
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My Desert Wildflower 5 comments
Desert Wildflower — Image by kenne
My desert wildflower,
growing in the desert —
the most challenging place
on earth.
Saving your strength,
waiting for the rain to come,
when you reach for the sun
and bloom;
that’s what you’re gonna do,
wait for the rain,
reach to the sun
and bloom.
kenne
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Capturing The Moment — Tufted Evening Primrose 8 comments
Tufted Evening Primrose — Image by kenne
I’m by no means a wildflower expert and the extreme conditions of the desert rocky slopes can make identification difficult. This beautiful wildflower was photographed midmorning in Kings Canyon at about 3,200′ elevation. My guess is that it is a tufted evening primrose, which blooms for only one night, pure white, turning to pink before closing by mid-day. If I have guessed wrong, please let me know.
kenne
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