Desert Poems
Cool Duskiness
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Intense thirst in the sweltering desert,
yet, the emerald succulents still thrive;
for surviving, often takes extra effort.
Intense thirst in the sweltering desert,
Then cool moon arrives, as if pressured.
A beautiful, flowering cacti night, alive!
Intense thirst in the sweltering desert,
yet, the emerald succulents still thrive.
Desert Moon
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Sands of plum evening
Cactus blooms love cool twilight
Windswept, pearly dunes
Hot orange days are so long
evoking the starlit throng
Solitude songbirds
in fiery sunset colors
croon songs to lovers
Magnificent moon so huge
......
Cacti Fever
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
The beauty of the scorching hot desert plains,
Is evident in turquoise skies and blooming cacti,
And at first unlikely glimpse, the memory remains,
Long after cherry red sun has left the evening sky.
Blooms of pink, red, orange and every other hue,
Provide lush charm on the sweltering desert sand,
And the occasional traveler receives a fervid view,
A sight that commands one to pause where they stand!
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
......
Desert
by Rafiq Pasha
The land of desert, the land of brown
In miles and miles of sand, everything drown
The azure sky, clear without clouds, all the time
for the parched soul, its hope and pine
tales are woven in the sand
are timeless fables of this land
the blowing winds shift the dune
in a harsh desert, no one is immune
it is a world away from the world
its lovely tranquility is better than gold
......
I know a place of silence
by Amy Michelle Mosier
I know a place of silence
Where one can roam about -
Touch the height of peace
And watch the morning crown.
It's a place well-hidden -
Where no worry survives -
Where no thoughts break in
And living hope abides -
Where seraphs may be found
And joy is my raiment -
......
Dusty roads take me out
by Amy Michelle Mosier
Dusty roads take me out
To the furthest reaches -
To places not thought of
Way off highway stretches -
To the rocky vales where
A lonely thrasher calls
And scarcely people hear
His excitable songs -
......
Dry logs redden and snap;
by Amy Michelle Mosier
Dry logs redden and snap;
The fire is soon impressive.
The wolf moon takes better shape
As night begins to settle in.
I watch the conflagration spike;
A spark flies off, then others
Like the universe had coaxed them
To become one of the stars.
Color my small world -
by Amy Michelle Mosier
Color my small world -
Oh, fair Yeshua -
With a streak of globe mallow
Inside a rocky draw
And the morning calm
Of bergamot and lupine -
So I can stop time
And set my gaze upon them -
......
Cool Duskiness
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Intense thirst in the sweltering desert,
yet, the emerald succulents still thrive;
for surviving, often takes extra effort.
Intense thirst in the sweltering desert,
Then cool moon arrives, as if pressured.
A beautiful, flowering cacti night, alive!
Intense thirst in the sweltering desert,
yet, the emerald succulents still thrive.
