Desert Oasis a Coachella Valley Trilogy

Oasis at noon What a wonderous quiet place it is the heart of a palm oasis skirted trees stand guard about keeping dusty heat without holding shaded cool within a small breeze sneaks past a frond dancing in ripples across the pond am I intruder, am I part I wander and wonder in my heart. as I penetrate deeper in. Oasis at sunset Guardian against sunset the ancient palm stands resting in drifting sands Beneath whispering fronds cicadas begin to sing brown bats take wing Firey clouds, cooling breeze evening deepens, night decends Oasis awakens, day ends Oasis at Dawn Darkling shadows intertwine With the sprinklings of the moon Every night paints a new design That smooths across like puddled wine Evaporating just as soon With pallette of rainbowed hue The sun splashes the eastern sky Painting over the shadow's blue Which however remains in view Absorbing the more brilliant dye