A Desert Walk

Let me tell you a story of Nature
and my early morning walks in the
desert. The fragrance of cactus blossoms
and the starkness of its beauty beckon.

Or, is it the silence, like no other, interrupted
only by the hum of bees and tiny species
who materialize when you draw a handful
of sand to your eyes, viewing them as equals.

This is the playground of coyotes and jackrabbits,
sure to practice social distancing, at least the jacks!
Where desert rats dig shelters far beneath the earth,
safe and cool--and even squirrels abide.

It is shared by rattlesnakes seeking shade under tall
mesquites, causing travelers to choose where their
next step goes. In the near distance are the 
mountains, given birth by volcanos in centuries past.

In early evening, the mountains don cloaks of violet
as the glorious sunset turns desert plants ablaze in
reds and golds--nature's gift to us. Turning indigo,
the mountains stand like sentries in the night.

Soon, thunder clouds gather and rain begins its journey
to the thirsty mouths of plants and soil. Animals scurry for
shelter, to appear when midget lakes take form and they can
bathe and frolic. The scent of desert rain is a rare perfume.

The desert isn't meant for those who need forests and lakes,
or city dwellers lost among tall buildings, basking in its noise.
No, they would not survive the loneliness, where one's thoughts
are steadfast companions, and music the songs of coyotes.

Early morning, when enjoying the walk, I sometimes surprise a
fox, or find a nest of hummingbirds, so tiny, mouths open waiting
for breakfast. I see nature in its truest light, unfiltered by the 
haze of progress. How lucky I am to call the desert my friend.

NATURE THEME
April 15, 2022
for Form N - Narrative New Poetry Contest
by Constance La France
A Second
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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La France Avatar
May 9, 2022 at 8:31 AM
Ann, congratulations on your win in my Narrative, Let me tell you a story ... contest, blessings ~Constance
Peck Avatar
May 9, 2022 at 5:17 PM
Thank you very much, Constance! I enjoy your contests.
Goldsmith Avatar
April 28, 2022 at 10:02 AM
Congratulations on this win. A wonderful/creative write. I was walking in your desert with your story. Enjoy your win/day with blessings...........
Peck Avatar
April 29, 2022 at 10:36 AM
Oh, thank you, Paula. That's so nice of you. :)
Alex Avatar
April 28, 2022 at 7:51 AM
"I sometimes surprise a fox" - Wow! Such and involvement! Beautiful! Congratulations!
Peck Avatar
April 29, 2022 at 10:35 AM
My neighbor, two doors down, last year had either a lynx or bobcat who drank from birdbath and slept under a large tree. Our backyards on this street look out to the desert.
Poet Avatar
April 27, 2022 at 7:48 PM
Ann, Congratulations on your contest win. As though I were right there with you on your journey. You've done a fantastic job at capturing the desert. Those descriptions are just fantastic!
Peck Avatar
April 29, 2022 at 10:23 AM
Thank you so much! Well, I love the desert, but I love the mountains, too. Fortunately, tall pines are 20 miles away. :)
Dietrich Avatar
April 26, 2022 at 3:45 PM
It sounds like you know the desert very well. Do you live in the southwestern part of US? Great job!
Peck Avatar
April 29, 2022 at 10:20 AM
Yes, southern New Mexico. The Southwest is experiencing the worst drought in over a thousand years. We're watering lawns and golf courses with water we might someday need to drink. And still the people come...
Clear Avatar
April 19, 2022 at 12:46 PM
Feels like I was walking with you! You captured it for sure. The desert is here where I live too. Your descriptions are amazing. Thanks for a lovely walk. suzanne
Peck Avatar
April 20, 2022 at 7:29 AM
Thanks, Suzanne. Now, if we could just get some rain...
Leffanta Avatar
April 17, 2022 at 12:06 PM
The Sonoran Desert is all you have described and more! The seed pod of one barrel cactus can incite a multitude of activities! Enjoyed, Ann!
Peck Avatar
April 18, 2022 at 9:16 AM
Exactly! My yard guy threw a huge cactus over the fence into a cactus garden. It burst open and about 10 tiny cacti were born!
George   Avatar
April 17, 2022 at 8:39 AM
I have never been there in reality, but your very descriptive, narrative took me there in my mind. Thank you Ann.
Peck Avatar
April 17, 2022 at 9:16 AM
Thank you, Elaine, for your very lovely thoughts :)
Summers Avatar
April 16, 2022 at 6:14 PM
Having lived in New Mexico for a number of years I can certainly relate to your poem. Thanks for a lovely walk. Good luck in the contest. John
Peck Avatar
April 16, 2022 at 8:04 PM
Thank you, John. We've been in a drought for years now, and many things have disappeared -- wild poppies, desert frogs, wildflowers...
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