The rising moon and setting sun share A private dance in the magenta sky Late in September, high abone the newborn river Overgrown with ivy and nettles and other creeping things
The desert toads sing serenades to silence The wren the rabbit, and the dove conduct a nervous waltz Ever watchfull for the hawk and the owl, eager to cut in The endless tango of life and death electrifies the air
On the hill, saguaros raise their arms to heaven To worship the sun in their ancient ways Bellow, by the river's edge a playful breeze Sends bronze leaves to pirouette through fairy corridors.
Tall trees take root about the timid estuary Enwrapped by sun baked stone and wreathed by mountains The desert and the river Dance together in the sweet autumn air.
A piece inspired by a lovely evening walk I took long ago