Above the fleecy clouds,
the ethereal, translucent moonbeams,
softly bathes the desert scene.
The abode of desert silence,
softly bathed by the
ghostly desert winds,
as it sifts the ever shifting sand,
across the draws, and ghostly
bluffs of fairy tinted clay.
Out on the wavy, shimmering horizon,
the evening sun has set,
in all the grandest, gorgeous colors,
that the human eye has ever met.
And still the gorgeous spotlight
of a moon has not failed
to glorify the drapes of night.
Nature's fairy painters
sees new beauty still unveiled,
at each deep wash and knoll, and bluff.
And, as though all that is not enough,
to more enhance the deathless
silence of this desert land,
the bats hollow zooming,
and the eerie coyotes howls,
puts the finishing touches
on this glorious desert scene.
This work by mysticdave is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
Your descriptive poem puts beautiful images in my mind. Thank you Sir!!
ReplyDeleteI lived in Tucson for many years, and roaming the desert was my favorite activity. So thanks for this magnificent reminder of its many treasures.
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