Warm are the subtle winds that steer me on,

Nary a cloud sails across the sky sea of crystal blue.

The scent of Palo Verde and Mesquite wave winter gone,

Hummingbirds flutter in search of their sugary brew.

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Noonday sun turns pale and naked skin to tan,

While grass awakens, springing back to a deep cool green.

Scorching heat does rise from barren desert sand,

As lightning quick geckos scurry hoping not to be seen.

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Return it does to life this arid sometimes hellish land,

Though the living most often desire not to be found.

Spending their time on the cooler nighttime sands,

Sheltered from the blazing sun in their holes underground.

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A mysterious lifeless land though the desert seems to be,

Much in common does it have with the depths of the worlds deepest seas.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~