Behold the marvelous wildflowers!
How they boldly carpet a sloping glen -
Our gift from Earth's seasonal showers.
Hardly is the desert recognizable
Come March to an untrained eye when
Spring has announced herself in full
Except for occasional saguaros -
The perennial observers to this annual display -
Perched on the precarious ledge they chose.
Penstemon and globe mallow are in glee;
Even the palo verdes celebrate
By showering the ground with yellow confetti.
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