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
