The Magical Marigold
In Covina’s sunlit gardens, a marigold stands bright,
With petals kissed by sunlight, a beacon of pure light.
Its golden hue enchanting, a splash of summer’s cheer,
A flower of such beauty, it draws the heart near.
Amongst the verdant leaves, it weaves a tale so grand,
Of warmth and gentle breezes, in this California land.
Its vibrant blooms a symbol, of joy that never fades,
A whisper of the magic, that in each petal wades.
Beneath the sky’s embrace, it dances in the breeze,
A marigold of wonder, that puts the mind at ease.
Its presence pure and simple, yet filled with mystic grace,
A testament to nature’s art, in this enchanting place.
Oh, magical marigold, your charm does deeply hold,
A piece of Covina’s heart, in every leaf unrolled.
Your golden petals shining, like dreams in daylight told,
A living, breathing marvel, in hues of yellow gold.
Post Script
This is an ode to a city I carry deep in my heart. Everyone’s California journey is unique, but mine was beautifully sidetracked by love in Covina, where the parrots cry. Here, marigolds hold a special place in my life, honoring the Día de los Muertos traditions I cherish and practice. I eat marigolds to make my egg yolks a super-saturated sunshine yellow, akin to Cara Cara oranges. They are also my skincare secret—I rub them all over like a modern Irish traveler gypsy witch, embracing their magical properties.
YOU SHOULD OF DONE IT THIS WAY……..