from a winding stem,
sprang forth from a seed,
that wound its way into dry desert dirt.
Planted in soil, not of its native origin.
Reflective tears burst
from the one standing in Sonoran dirt,
flowing from a realization,
that they are similar, she and the foreign bloom.
Rooted in soil, not stained with her crimson-colored origin.
Verdant leaves burst
from a tree held upright by the compact dirt,
providing respite and protective shelter to life above,
offering nutrients, fruit, and protective shade to life below.
Standing in soil, grounded in its native origin.
A rose in the desert grows,
answering to the name, Lady Banks,
not Desert Rose.
Expanding her reach and returning to her glory
year after year.
Without paparazzi, red carpet, or fanfare,
briefly and sometimes unexpectedly,
she does appear.
Stretching toward the sky,
a blooming Lady Banks and her nurturing desert rose
share warm rays, a love of beauty, and a longing for a distant home.
A place unknown – their hidden roots connected and forever bound
to their place of origin.
A glorious time of year. Miss Lady Banks made a return! She magnificently captures and reflects the sun and adds delicate yellow to a grey wall. She shares garden space with cacti and other plants that are indigenous to the southwest. Her blooms are brief and beautiful and were questionable this year, given the region’s excessive heat. 🌞 To my fellow northern hemisphere dwellers, welcome to the first day of spring! 🌻 Thank you for visiting. Be well. 💛 Michele
Photos: me and Lady Banks 🌹👑
© 2021 Michele Lee Sefton.