Streams In the Desert
This misty river, scented sweet
From bare land you enthrall,
To quench the evening's sultry heat
Beside your cooling wall.
Low tide lends magic to this rite
To twirl upon the dew
Then lacquers every sand with white;
And powdered shades of blue.
Tanned cacti swoon to windy breeze
Quite mellow to the ear,
And harmony's drooled chant can seize
This desert atmosphere.
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Short Form Contest; Brian Strand
8/6/8/6 syl count--rhyme
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2013
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