Under the desert’s amethyst sky,
a chasm of color and space,
the hissing sand is yielding for now
to the ambient vibe of this place.
Majestic desert, rife with life,
Stinging tail, a scorpion’s kiss.
Serpent sidewinds into the brush,
cacti claw at the wind, amiss.
A ghost ship sails on sandy dunes
carved by relentless gusts,
Like folds of a smooth and velvety wisp,
desert splendor, you’re spinning gold dust.
Among the countless grains of sand,
den to the camel and gecko,
Oh, raptor’s sound in deep jasper caves
desert journey begins with an echo.
Copyright © Stacy Karron | Year Posted 2019
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