Drought

by Ethel Mortenson Davis

Had I not gone the extra mile
this morning,
I would have missed
the unexpected
deep purple flowers
of the Desert Lupine—
shockingly beautiful–
with undertones of crimson

among the death-like color
of the gray rabbit brush.

14 Comments

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14 responses to “Drought

  1. At first I thought ” What no photo” but then I thought who needs a photo your words and my imagination are showing me a spectacular vision amon the dessert grey Thank you xxxx

  2. This is wonderful Ethel and absolutely your voice. I love it 🙂 xx

  3. I miss the spring colors of the desert, popping up in the most unexpected places.

  4. I enjoyed this scene, Ethel. It’s not one I’m familiar with, over here in Britain – and your title therefore conveys something significant that I would otherwise have missed.

  5. Standing out in among the crowd. Apt. 🙂

  6. I love the opening lines, Ethel … they are like a gate that opens your journey to the discovery of the desert lupins. Nature is all about contrasts, isn’t it? Just beautiful as all your writing and artwork is. Sorry I have been rather absent. XO

  7. Julie Catherine

    Nature always reminds us that just as there is death in life; there is also life in death – we just need to be open to seeing the beauty. Incredible poem and imagery, Ethel, loved it. ~ Julie xoxox

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