Every morning you appear outside my window in the fever of July.
In the blooming blanket of a Barbara Karst bougainvillea.
A red reminder of ripe melons and ready resiliency.
Of sweet magnolia miles and pink petunias past.
Of green thumbs and blue birthday hydrangeas.
Every night you fade with each Sonoran sunset.
But you are never far away in the garden.
By Mark Johnson, July 22, 2019
Mark Johnson Stories 
What a beautiful poem, Mark.
I hope your bougainvillea lasts forever, greeting you with color each morning as you raise the shade in the sunroom, reminding you of your pleasant summer memories.
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Thank you, Tom!
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Beautiful and lyric, Lovely thorny bougainvillea, I have a potted one, in Oregon, like an idiot, that I haul inside to winter each October. Nothing is as vibrant.
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Thank you, Kim! The vivid color of the Bougainvillea is worth all your extra effort.
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Beautiful! I savored every word!!
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Thank you, Todd!
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