May turns the home territory yellow,
spring green grasses giving way to
drying weeds the color of straw, our
nearly perennial state in this
golden state.

By mid-month only the poppies
continue to show off their bright
faces as the first wildflowers have
sped through their swift season,
emerging, flourishing, receding.

Nearly June, we miss those early
bloomers, grateful as we walk or
drive by for the blazing orange
reminders of our goldening place
under the sun.