I posted this poem as close to its original form as possible. Of course, I like the images in this poem inspired by looking at last Spring's vacation pictures. - poetheart 02/24/02
Brilliantly scorched colors
Radiate and glow
The Sun sets and basks between
A day giving way
Then dawning again
In the desert of glorious extreme.
I freeze
At the birth of morning
Dry heat
Penetrates me later in midday
I watch tumbleweeds roll on flat lands
I stumble on crumbling hills of ancient clay.
My thirst is quenched by drinking in
Strange beauty as I rest
Humming birds
The Iguana heard
A Woodpecker drilling nests,
Prairie dogs and
Wild hogs
In cactus caste silhouettes.
Vast expanses, panoramic glances
Boasts an eternal western sky
Dwarfing me and my significance
From a lowly mountain high.
Photos cannot quite capture
Arizona's complex desert majesty
But perhaps someday
You'll be out this way
Climb these Sonoran cliffs and see
The wonder of this great wilderness
And how it has enraptured me.
by Patricia Lynn