In the distance of the Cimarron desert
clouds mound in peach hues as the horizon they skirt.
Hot smoldering parched winds whirl along the ground
clasping all dew and moisture all around.
Cactus in the mid day purge with anguished heat
out of its pores, milk does excrete.
Heat rays beating out a sound
in the Cimarron sand, one could drown.
Beauty in the silence of this dry forbidden place
life and death in an endless race.
Wet moist drops of liquid cool fluid of life
death has lost face in rife.
Over distant Cimarron mountain terrains
nightfall cascades in violent rains.
Copyright © Peggy Bertrand | Year Posted 2007
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