Why is it that I can wax voluble on the topic of fauna, and yet flora leaves me speechless? Perhaps there is the sense that we animals are in the world, but the blossoms, bushes, and trees around us are the world. Do you feel the same way? Think about it while enjoying on both an intellectual and subliminal level the lyrical plant posts that comprise this modest poem:

mycotrophic alien asparagus
succulent humidity chaperone

deer-tongue bobolinks
bittersweet invasive truth

British soldiers branching bush-like
ragged fringed nocturnal fragrance

littleleaf sensitive seedpods developing
starflower salad spiny sesbina

precious gold crowning kings
croton wooly aromatic

thirty seeds spawn endless trees

Be a part of Berry Go Round, the blog carnival celebrating all that is vegetal. The November 2010 edition will be hosted towards the end of the month at Watching the World Wake Up.

Seaside Goldenrod

Written by Mike
Mike is a leading authority in the field of standardized test preparation, but he's also a traveler who fully expects to see every bird in the world. Besides founding 10,000 Birds in 2003, Mike has also created a number of other entertaining but now extirpated nature blog resources, particularly the Nature Blog Network and I and the Bird.