Posted by: Liza Rosenberg | April 3, 2010

Desert Moments

Voices call from far below
Wildflowers dancing slow
Breezes whisper in my ear
I focus on the now and here

A jutted perch at high cliff’s end
One with nature heaven sent
Jagged rocks that slice the view
Shades of brown in every hue

A sun that cuts across the sky
Birds that never cease to fly
Riverbeds are hard and dry
A stolen desert moment’s sigh

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