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?
Copyright © David Welch | Year Posted 2024
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment