Merely
two turgid leaves
of purple—
more haiku
than sonnet.
Yet, like Caesar’s
Tyrian robe,
there is grandeur
in you.

Some beautiful stones in the desiccated wasteland,
Bloom as the recent rare rains mix with the minerals and inundate them.
These Lithops’ silent “ahhh…” signify a complete slaking.  
A beautiful sound, unheard.