Desert Poems
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
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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.
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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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 illicit a reaction
But to accompany green.
Ample is the rising sun
by Amy Michelle Mosier
Ample is the rising sun
That alights the furthest mountain –
A carmine drape upon every hill –
Exciting the birds to warble.
Ample, too, is the evening sun
That paints a nebulous curtain –
Quickly changing the palette until
Bringing the good day to shutter.
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?
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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 illicit 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 -
......
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.
