Desert Air

Too hot, too dry
the howling wind complains
and whips the sands of heat and flame
into a wild frenzy
calling for the moisture of the rain
to ease the heat and pain
at height of day

Too cold, the night
it sighs through skies unbright
searching for the balance of the dawn
for only early in the morn
does all feel right

except for now and then within the night
when it allows itself to dream
of fields so soft and green
and scent of flowers gentle
that softens the eternity of time
and turns the irritated wind
into a breeze of spring
in the natural awakening
of life

?Michaelette?

9/6/99
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