“I don’t see the desert as barren at all; I see it as full and ripe. It doesn’t need to be flattered with rain. It certainly needs rain, but it does with what it has, and creates amazing beauty.” – Joy Harjo
Jacarandas rise high in the crystal blue sky
swaying in the whispering spring breeze
creating a storm of aubergine rain
falling onto damp emerald green.
Too soon will come the brutal desert sun
shimmering, dancing in blue waves of heat
when the thick burnt toast air is still, never stirs
unless a monsoon is coming from the Southeast.
©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg
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