Come, graceful brittlebush

[AmyMichelleMosier]

Come, graceful brittlebush
   And creamy globe mallow blooms.
The winds of spring call you
   Again from the sandy tombs.

Come, you dashing lupine
   And join the wingnuts on the hills.
Go and place your annual stake
   With them near the trails.

There is room, woolly daisies
   And Engelmann's cacti, on the plain.
Come dressed in your best trimmings.
   You are favored by the sun.

I will swing by and count you
   Among my treasured finds.
Fill my life with flowers
   So I know that I'm alive.