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.
Under the moon's enticing beams
Bright clouds drift out in space,
Life's oasis and hopeful dreams
Are held in froth's embrace.
And never will these scenes be lost
While I here vigil keep;
Till heaven's gifts lie starlit glossed
Then eyelids fall asleep.
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Nature Poems Contest of Poet.Undertaker
8/6/8/6 syl count--rhyme
by nette onclaud