Desert Poems
Yellow Sand Memoirs
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Setting sun desert
Hot skies are blooming colors!
It's orange and red,
with the pink and lilac sprays-
and floating creamy bouquets.
Blue stars are coming
searching for deep green they missed,
near to crescent moon.
Tall cacti salute the stars
......
Spring days like these
by Amy Michelle Mosier
Spring days like these
Were made for katie ruellia –
Who is royalty among flowers –
Robed delicately in purple.
There – she arrived for the festivities
As the trumpeters blow their sennet.
Her crown is the leaves –
The butterflies – her subjects.
Coming from within a rising hedge
by Amy Michelle Mosier
Coming from within a rising hedge
Of voluptuous white oleander –
I sensed a turmoil; one writhe
Seduced better than before
And within the naked boughs
Of some palo verde – in a rustle
Of few leaves – I thought I saw
Among them a potential
......
Good morning, fair cardinal –
by Amy Michelle Mosier
Good morning, fair cardinal –
How are you?
How are your children?
Your plumage is nearly outdone
By the sun’s golden hue.
The mattress is firm –
My blanket is coolly sheer.
What’s that?
Come outside, be with us?
......
Like a sparkling Roman candle
by Amy Michelle Mosier
Like a sparkling Roman candle
Parry’s penstemon dots the canyon.
Oh, what deep purple bells! –
That decorate the trail along
Where pebblestones were swept aside
And sway with the breeze –
Not to elicit a reaction
But to accompany green.
Yellow Sand Memoirs
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Setting sun desert
Hot skies are blooming colors!
It's orange and red,
with the pink and lilac sprays-
and floating creamy bouquets.
Blue stars are coming
searching for deep green they missed,
near to crescent moon.
Tall cacti salute the stars
......
Triolet #1
by Amy Michelle Mosier
The Arizona Queen of the Night –
She is a most mysterious flower –
The one seen dancing in the moonlight.
The Arizona Queen of the Night –
In a pale gown, appears near June’s height.
Have you been lucky enough to see her –
The Arizona Queen of the Night?
She is a most mysterious flower.
Good morning, fair cardinal –
by Amy Michelle Mosier
Good morning, fair cardinal –
How are you?
How are your children?
Your plumage is nearly outdone
By the sun’s golden hue.
The mattress is firm –
My blanket is coolly sheer.
What’s that?
Come outside, be with us?
......
Like a sparkling Roman candle
by Amy Michelle Mosier
Like a sparkling Roman candle
Parry’s penstemon dots the canyon.
Oh, what deep purple bells! –
That decorate the trail along
Where pebblestones were swept aside
And sway with the breeze –
Not to elicit a reaction
But to accompany green.
It was hefted upon a breeze -
by Amy Michelle Mosier
It was hefted upon a breeze -
As in a warm, flowing current
Through a sea of palo verdes -
To search for an embankment.
That seed of promise -
An implicit aster -
Was sent to broken gneiss
To become one with nature -
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