The Desert
When winter storms depart
spring is in a desert's heart
Days are long
as hills are steep
Under the sand
memories sleep
Look out over
nothing but land
There's only
the sky and the sand
The sun lights
the burning plains
And clouds refuse
to send the rains
At night
restless winds blow
And all is still
on earth below
The stars shine
brightly overhead
The sun rises and sets
above each bed
Copyright © Cheryl Rodriguez | Year Posted 2007
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