The Deserts

The deserts brown, the deserts bare, at first it seems there’s nothing there; the deserts hard, the deserts stone, a rare few make this place their home; the deserts vast, the deserts bleached, coyotes roam far for their feasts; the deserts heat, the deserts rays, you won’t last at the height of day; the deserts dark, the deserts dry, nighttime chill takes you by surprise; the deserts calm, the deserts stark, the silence is the hardest part; the deserts haunt, the deserts home, cracks in rocks lizards call their own; the deserts life, the deserts green, here cactus takes the place of trees; the deserts wind, the deserts grit, sand storms punish all who see it; the deserts draw, the deserts weird, what is it that draws us back here?