The Warm and Golden Air

poems of a Sonoran summer

The desert is a place of contrasts. Last week I wrote about the early heat and the sense of doom in nature. This week I am writing about the many lives resident in my very small garden. Both aspects are very real elements of living here.

Desert Daybreak

All in the warm and golden air
We wander in the garden where
A moment hence a rabbit sat
Upon the grass…