The Lowly Primrose and Princely Bluebonnet

Taken by Bao C. Nguyen near Brenham, Texas, March 2025

Perennials

They come back every year,

Though they died in the fall.

Trusting in their seeds alone,

To bring them back at all.

Ground on which they flourish,

Can be barren and bleak.

It’s where birds drop them,

Not where they would seek.

Bird droppings with all they need,

To feed their short life.

They come and go quickly,

Avoiding a lot of strife.

Bugs and bees flock to them,

Brief bounty for their growth,

Food for animals and birds,

Seeking food for their youth.

Perennials serve their purpose well,

And color landscapes often bleak.

Bringing cheerful thought to view,

Gone quickly from strength, not weak.

Without them life would be,

A much blander place.

And a loss to their ecosystem,

With essential saving grace.

Copyright 2025 © Ronald W. Hull

3/27/25

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