as the
desert sun grasps
holding the
drought,
plant growth
ordained
to your
part of the world
Desert spirits cry to be dampened
Desert spirits cry to be dampened
yearning
for a moments relief,
as the
riverbeds of one’s soul
rough from the
carving heat,
lie still in
their death
Over the rise the storm is coming,
Over the rise the storm is coming,
wailing winds
of magnitude strength
levels sparse
renewed struggling growth,
as fury
slams against the tall cactus
whipping the
foreseen seasonal path as the…
raging winds of the monsoon come again
raging winds of the monsoon come again
- Rhoda Galgiani