Even in June’s furnace, we discover bold unflinching souls.
We thank the universe for its mighty, sun-crafted gifts.
We welcome Sonoran glory in all its extreme permutations.
We vow to slather on sunscreen and don floppy hats.
Our spirits may flag, but our hearty hopes shine.
As friends flock north and east, mockingbirds replace them. Stationed high in palms, they announce April is ending. Below, something bright is blooming.
We have reached our annual pivot point. We teeter between welcoming warmth and undeniable heat. There is no turning back to milder yesterdays.
Even in this age of escalating temperatures and worries, nature reminds us we are strong survivors. In a vast, blurry land of thorny problems, we shine.
Through the weekend, the Tunnel Fire has burned 21,000 acres just north of Flagstaff, Arizona. But a few hundred miles south, the Valley of the Sun is ablaze in a kaleidoscope of color. In April’s final week, blooming wildflowers, cacti, and desert roses–and a resilient reptile–answer an age-old question. Yes, despite our warming planet, rare beauty remains in the Sonoran Desert.
Blooming on Earth’s exquisite day,
toying with Time’s prickly odds,
standing by Friday’s sandy path,
thriving in April’s blazing sun.
Imagine what woodpeckers see when they drill in palms above, or mockingbirds as they whistle their tunes through news that clouds fair skies.
What unfolds is merely a sharp, silent slice–brave blooms by thorns–to inspire this story, to dazzle and penetrate those who dare to partake.
Oh profoundly-prickly-and-possibly-prophetic pandemic,
Though our protectors should have prepared painstakingly,
We plan to protect our petals from your thorny problems,
We promise to follow nature’s prescription to bloom in place.
Mark Johnson Stories 