Yellow as sunlight,
Nod and drowse…
The painted sky,
Meshes of green
To catch and hold
This prodigal wealth
Of desert gold.
~Ethel Jacobson, “Palo Verde,” Arizona Highways, May 1973
The desert springs to life, and the sunscreenlike paloverde trees explode with a profusion of gold. ~Marshall Trimble, Arizona: A Panoramic History of a Frontier State, 1977 [a little altered
A palo verde
is sunlit laughter
when Spring walks
~Lorraine Babbitt, “Tree Portraits,” in Arizona Highways, September 1961
The valde-verde tree, with its mockery of leafless branches, is not an object of delight. ~Richard J. Hinton, “Over Valley and Mesa,” The Hand-Book to Arizona, 1877
In late April and early May, nature turns on her magic charm and turns the sunwashed desert into a vast garden. The spreading boughs of the blue palo verde trees fringing the desert washes hide under veils of delicate golden blossoms, completely obscuring their bluish-green stems and leafless branches. ~Raymond Carlson and Claire Meyer Proctor, “Our Adventures In The Land Of The Flowering Cactus,” Arizona Highways, February 1965
Like to Lillith’s hair down-streaming, soft and shining, glorious, golden,
Sways the queenly palo verde robed and wreathed in golden flowers;
And the spirits of dead lovers might have joy again together
Where the honey-sweet acacia weaves its shadow-fretted bowers.
~Sharlot Mabridth Hall (1870–1943), “Spring in the Desert,” Cactus and Pine: Songs of the Southwest, 1910
Yellow. Freaking. Everywhere.
~Terri Guillemets, “Poem of the April Palo Verde,” 2012