Desert Wind by Scott Utley
The crescent moon rises sheepishly,
as if the slightest breeze might dim it's shimmer.
The whispering palms hum in unison
a melody learned from traveling winter winds.
The San Jacinto Mountains
cloak their sun-baked weariness with a cool,
dew drenched, silver-platinum compress.
The early evening owl
hoots desert rats to sleep.
Bats begin their yawns.
Gleefull they are,
knowing they can see
for miles and miles
on parachute wings.
The desert wind
slithers over a sand-duned
lunar landscape.
The night begins anew,
but here I still stand,
still thinking of you.
08/24/2006 Posted on 08/24/2006 Copyright © 2024 Scott Utley
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