Desert

As the hot daylight star cracks
the shield of the earth’s
darkness, the rays from it’s
brilliant light, pour into the
morning desert sky.

With splashes of pink,
orange and pale yellow hues,
moving shadows along the
desert floor until they die.

The warm dry air soon melts
the chill from the lingering
night sky.

The cunning coyote delivers
its last eerie call, then
scurries to its borrow
to await again night’s fall.

The delicate pink desert
flower opens its peddles
to the new born sun.

The saguaro standing tall, with its
spiny arms reaching to touch the
bright rays one by one.

A golden eagle sours high
in his early morning run.

For eons comes the sun…
Another hot desert day
has begun.

Jackie R. Kays
Copyright…2002

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