The Butte

Comfortable in her position on the butte Shaded under her large brimmed straw hat Her thoughts drifted lazily Wondering at the sultry day Surveying lizards basking in the blistering sunlight Marveling at their tolerance of the arid desert climate She knew the night lizards were cloaked beneath rocky crevices Waiting patiently for darkness to materialize She loved this desert and the quietude And took advantage now this summer For she knew how the sky could weep When summer blended quietly into fall