Desert

Take me to the desert
with mountains at our side,
walk with me in shadows,
let nature be our guide

We’ll stroll amongst the cacti,
pay homage to the quails;
take me to the desert
help me gather tales

The seasons are passing,
we’re running out of time;
take me to the desert
to heal this heart of mine.

***

By the time you read this, Ric and I will be on the road, headed south.  Texas and Arizona proved to be places of healing for me last year, and I hope that this journey will continue that process.

 

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26 comments

  1. I’m with you (in spirit) all the way. I am also heading off on a small adventure tomorrow – flying off to Paris in a howling gale, which should be interesting. I don’t think there’ll be any cacti and quails for me but I’m hoping for plenty of pain au chocolats and art galleries. Safe travels dear lady – and Ric too. I look forward to reading your poetry postcards from the desert 🙂

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