Sonoran Poems - Poems about Sonoran

Lamp posts eyes through cracks of curtains spying sewing needles through mine uninvited screeching tires honking horns sirens plucking mind’s guitar unstop. Take me to the Sonoran steal into a hut while its inhabitant hunts fall asleep in its belly hidden from rattling reptiles hunting grasshoppers coyotes the howling hunter mouse monsters, giants the Gila, the Iguana scorpions! Take me to the Sonoran illumed by the Saguaro opening its white petals at night a lamp...

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A diverse array of flora and fauna reign majestic in vivid tawny imagery of shifting sand dunes and barren rocks-- sixteen miles from the golden rays of western tomorrow. Time is played out in crucial moments of emptiness lying in solitude and intimate loneliness. Sun-kissed miles of unshaded secrets seeping from her maternal caramel eyes deep-rooted in morns muted sage...

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Lamp posts eyes through cracks of curtains spying sewing needles through mine uninvited screeching tires honking horns sirens plucking mind’s guitar unstop. Take me to the Sonoran steal into a hut while its inhabitant hunts fall asleep in its belly hidden from rattling reptiles hunting grasshoppers coyotes the howling hunter mouse monsters, giants the Gila, the Iguana scorpions! Take me to the Sonoran illumed by the Saguaro opening its white petals at night a lamp...

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SONORAN SUMMER The river has run dry, its dripless bed is empty, and Crossing the flower carpet dim and dusty, parched Penstemon and brave little brittlebush, Expecting an inundation, stretch in a rush - Spreading petals and leaves which their wetted Wilted tapestry of color weaves - but they fast Revert to survival...

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Mountain range in the distance. Rugged, jagged. A beauty all it's own. Saguaro cactus. Tall proud. A ancient man. Sentry to the past. Mesquite and greasewood, prairie grass, sage and cacti cover the landscape. Harsh sun bakes the earth. Winds will shape the desert floor. Rains will work the rock. Flash floods carve...

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