Native Wit
Not for lack of native wit
Have cottonwoods prevailed
Upon prairie’s crusted skin.
Brief torrents of summer rain
Fill dry streambeds, soon
Give way to months of drought.
Crocus, tulip, pom-pom, azalea,
forsythia, redbud – they take their
chances with Spring’s early dare.
When, for blooming, nothing else
Remains – enter cottonwoods,
Hearty laggards of the plains.
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Image Credit: Ghostly branches of a cottonwood in spring [photography by Richard Schulte, San Diego, CA]
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