Some sacred places

 are a combination of the geographically-identifiable and the rooted in dreams.  

Let's celebrate

 the great succulent in the sky.  Let's honor its fractal nature.  

What does a bird know

of paradise?  

 

A solo dancer on a hill

Here's to a spot of dancing every day.  Here's to remembering Ann.  

 

All flowers are a center of light, don't you think?

Have you ever thought, the center of a morning glory is a similar to a petite flashlight?  

 

This is where memory helps

I missed the peak season for Puya.  I remember their otherworldly sacred showiness.  A terrestrial bromeliad, the Puya is related to the pineapple.  The family resemblance -- spikes. Should you ask, my Dad's nickname was "Spike."

I have a passion for the fried egg poppy

Showy, coquettish, with ruffles and a tease of pollen. A California wildflower.  Matilija poppy from the Indigenous Chumash.