Poems and Thoughts    by Frank Maurer

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April; Coping with Less Rain. I have raised thousands of narcissus and daffodils, Nurtured only by the rain--the gamble with the elements. Today the last of the triploids and iris were harvested. So sad, so sobering, such realization of our changing climate. In the 'old days' bulbs burst in November And finalized their blossoming choreography Sometime in April--now far short of that goal. The few harvested ones sit in a bucket, no market to receive them; No lovely person to take and hold them in her hand. In eight decades, I have seen and witnessed many changes. Now it is time for the next generation to wake up And be ready for and realize the coming challenges. May they use all their wit and knowledge And common sense to meet this new reality, Which most, being younger, will only know from historical accounts. Frank Maurer 31 March 2025 2350 Hours.