When the Evening is Still

“Night comes to the desert all at once, as if someone turned off the light.” –Joyce Carol Oates

Another oppressive day watching the world go by as I sit inside
even when the sizzling sun sets red, low in the western sky
still there will be no relief, for this is the southwest desert in July.

Late at night when the evening is still and the harsh wind has eased
I take a walk through my garden, say a wishful prayer of peace
hoping the roses survive another ruthless summer of intense heat.

Yet this I know to be true, this long hot summer will soon pass
then when evening comes and the turquoise sky becomes stained glass
we’ll lounge on a blanket of emerald grass, enjoy a sumptious repast.

©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg

Linda Lee Lyberg is a wife, mother, artist, published poet and author. She resides in Mesa, AZ with her husband Pete (aka The Big Viking) of 23 years, and her dog, Ricky Bobby. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories. You can read more of her works at: charmedchaos.com
and on her Amazon Author Page

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