May 2, 2015 Warm Sun on My Face 13 Comments Warm sun on my face Desert breeze whisking my skin Southwestern summer The desert knows no seasons For it is its own master . ~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~ Share this:TwitterFacebookPinterestRedditEmailPrintLike this:Like Loading... Related Posted by Dom DiFrancesco in Poetry Tagged: desert, heat, hot, southwest, summer, sun, sunshine, tanka
Thank you so much. 🙂
That’s for sure!!
I’m certain you can sympathize. 🙂
Sounds like a beautiful spot to be in.
This time of year it is, but the heat will soon be with us…wait it was 100 degrees a day last week. 🙂
Ouch. We just got into the 70’s here, but it’s the time of year where it leaps from 50’s to 70’s in the span of a day.
I do kind of miss that, but you will have humidity hitting you pretty soon and that I don’t miss. We have a “dry heat” here and it really does make a difference.
Don’t remind me. That’s when the thunderstorms roll in.
What lovely words – they warmed my soul and took me back to my youth in the southwest. Thanks for this trip down memory lane.
The pleasure is all mine. It is a wonderful place indeed.
Very well done! “For it is its own master” defines the desert so well.
I think so, it is an absolutely fascinating place to live.