Phoenix Arizona
I have some fruit trees in my backyard.
Cooler dawns we ripely say hello, sweet
and sour occasions~ the lemons you know.
With a little cooperation, fertilizer, a bit
more water when dry, I find mostly sand can
be quite agreeable, even in a desert.
Diverted irrigation, flooding the property
every 2 weeks is a big help. Salt River
our wet angel. Occasionally the blanching Sun does feign
sympathy: a bit Less luster, grace enough that allows
clouding for a blessed evening drench. Now and
then on rising, a gentler gleam, for lingering morning dew
that does not go unnoticed and appreciated. At times occurs
a suspicious, easier on the eyes, toning down of
fiery afternoon skies~ maybe courtesy of UFO’s? I don’t know.
This time of year, in Phoenix, very predictable
temperatures: Half past hot or a quarter to Hell.
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