Desert Dances: a spring poem
April 3, 2008
Desert Dances
Dormant desert awakes.
She drinks deep, stretches, sighs
exhales fragrant blossoms
on her warm, pregnant breath.
Her soft, supple sagebrushed
sparkling curves adorned with
splashes of pink, white phlox
and sprays of desert peach
invite you to tumble
down her snowy mountains
to abandon yourself
to wildflower wanders
to soothe in her hot springs
to rejoice in salty
waters of turquoise lakes.
Desert dances await.
This poem recalls my time living near Reno and the springtime desert from the eastern sierras to the Black Rock Desert. Most Burners only know the area in late summer, golden with sage and rabbit brush bloom; one day may you see it in spring green, pink and peach!
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