Fleeting Glory

 

Burgundy Hound's Tongue

Burgundy Hound’s Tongue

 

While Burgundy Hound’s Tongue lies in wait, a henchman of cattle and horses, it basks in a moment of glory as sprays of claret-colored blossoms erupt above its hairy, lance-like leaves .

Before the Russian thistle breaks from its roots and tumbles before the autumn blast, depositing spiny seeds along its path, slender stalks sport miniature hot-pink flowers with little-girl-pink scalloped edges.

As Yellow Salsify, an overlooked inhabitant of vacant lots and fields, prepares to launch its seed-parachutes, it turns into a downy white pompom, as light and fluffy as cotton candy.

With the dogged determination of a pestering child, the Canada thistle flaunts its showy purple blossoms year after year, despite mankind’s all-out battle to eradicate it.

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About Judy Grigg Hansen
I write poetry and nonfiction, and I am passionate about the people, places, and wildflowers of Idaho and the Northwest.

One Response to Fleeting Glory

  1. Dick says:

    Beautiful

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