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
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