As If By Magic

I do nothing and they appear

each and every

year, their golden

faces tilted

in the sun, their black eyes aglow.

Joined by other

rooted friends, they

beckon bees and

hummingbirds, butterflies, and me

to linger for

a season til

they have to go.

                                                              JDG

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