Do not bruise your knees
on the glass of melted
desert sand. You can
truly walk beyond this
valley to a welcoming,
warming sun, as winter
reaches out, embraces
you in soft white arms,
cools your burning skin.
When the Spring tide
returns under a bone
white moon the desert will
be released, become the
oasis it was meant to be
-a harbor for song birds,
gulls, crows, for the wild,
flying call of the loon
-a garden for colors
that cannot be tamed by
the eye, where only
weeds are well behaved.
A place to rest, a place
to heal; where beauty
stretches beyond the
the elegant fingers of
shoreline, and carries
you to a clean clear
horizon, where blues
converge and you are
brought once again to
your knees in wonder
at everything you see.
on the glass of melted
desert sand. You can
truly walk beyond this
valley to a welcoming,
warming sun, as winter
reaches out, embraces
you in soft white arms,
cools your burning skin.
When the Spring tide
returns under a bone
white moon the desert will
be released, become the
oasis it was meant to be
-a harbor for song birds,
gulls, crows, for the wild,
flying call of the loon
-a garden for colors
that cannot be tamed by
the eye, where only
weeds are well behaved.
A place to rest, a place
to heal; where beauty
stretches beyond the
the elegant fingers of
shoreline, and carries
you to a clean clear
horizon, where blues
converge and you are
brought once again to
your knees in wonder
at everything you see.