Orange horizon
Cacti framed against the sky
Saguaro sunset
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Though fall has returned home
The hot summer sun still beats upon my furled brow.
The desert does not take kindly to the change of seasons;
Preferring to redden and blister the flesh ‘til left no recourse,
This has always been her way.
Her bleak landscape sparsely dotted with cacti and scrub brush,
Inhabited by venomous creatures big and small.
Her song is that of the coyote howling for her lost love,
His bones bleached white by the fire, laid waste amongst the sands.
Still even Hell must succumb to God’s will
Though not without fighting ‘til its dying breath,
Taking holiday until it is invited back in three seasons time.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Saguaro arms raised
Reaching skyward towards heaven
In eternal prayer
Like a monk doing penance
For a life of transgression
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
By D. R. DiFrancesco
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The late fall sky
Bathed in tangerine and magenta
Fragrance of Palo Verde and Cottonwood fills the air
Serenity cloaks the towering granite peaks
Wrapping them in shades of purple and gold
Exalting their millennial majesty
The coyote’s bay
Floating effortlessly through the canyons
They share their lonesome longing song
Adorned as if otherworldly
Cacti and the gnarled Joshua tree dot the desolate Sonoran desert
Prickly and unpretentious in their beauty
The landscape ruled by snake and scorpion
Rattle of the tail and venomous sting, relics of the deadly precipice
The destiny awaiting the oblivious visitor
Rain devoid xeriscape
Designed by the marvelous hand of nature
Wondrous in it’s simplicity and complexity
Man could not have created such a miraculous wonder
For our nature is to destroy
Still the creator left flawed beings as the keepers
To cherish and protect his prized ecru jewel.