This critter comes but once a year

Flies through the June air to cause a little fear

My friend came to visit

Asked "What kind of bird is it"

With a great big chuckle

I had quite a laugh

For it's not a bird that flies in the air

But a great big Paloverde Bug looking to have an affair

She screams to him from the roots of the tree

Over here, over here, come see me

Happy to oblige cause when he's done

He can go in search of another one

Back from the desert and loving it
both the visit and the return.
The powerful plane deiced in Chicago.
Brittlebush, difficulty distinguishing acacia from ironwood.
Mesquite, and plenty of paloverde.
A good jazz band in Phoenix, their own style, no apology.

Could you also love your cancer? The vicious attack of a hedgehog
      cactus?
The winter storm that kept us on the tarmac three hours
followed us home. Used to be
when weather made the headlines, that was good news.
No more. Those melting icecaps and incoming meteors.
Some pray, some stay still, some keep playing.

Anyway, notwithstanding inexorably expanding or otherwise rapidly
      contracting universes
I saw cercocarpus, phainopepla, tomentilla, saguaro, and a great
      guitarist. Prayers were answered.