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Signs Of Spring In The Desert   2 comments

Signs Of Spring In The Desert — Photo Essay by kenne

Desert Song

I thirst
for your rivers
your rippling mesas of sand
gold mirrors
on your sinuous curves

I thirst
for the saguaro
for the sweet juice of cactus
in the prickling sweat
of a desert sun

I thirst
for the searing of hot valleys
the bend of shimmer and heat
that bow that arcs the arrow
toward this center, my heart

I thirst
for the bloom, the sweet
languorous smells
this subtle perfume
elusive, as the scuttle of desert life

I thirst
for this tallest, deepest night
of stars and silence
when the moon is only a moon
silvering this light

— Ruth Housman

Desert Wildflower Grunge Art   3 comments

Thursday SCVN Elementary (1 of 1)-12 grunge blogDesert Wildflower (Apache Beggarticks) — Grunge Art by kenne

Desert Song

I thirst

for your rivers
your rippling mesas of sand
gold mirrors
on your sinuous curves

I thirst
for the saguaro
for the sweet juice of cactus
in the prickling sweat
of a desert sun

I thirst
for the searing of hot valleys
the bend of shimmer and heat
that bow that arcs the arrow
toward this center, my heart

I thirst
for the bloom, the sweet
languorous smells
this subtle perfume
elusive, as the scuttle of desert life

I thirst
for this tallest, deepest night
of stars and silence
when the moon is only a moon
silvering this light

— Ruth Housman

Springtime In The Sonoran Desert Painting   2 comments

Milagrosa Loop-0743 art II blogSpringtime In The Sonoran Desert — Computer Painting by kenne

Desert Song

I thirst
for your rivers
your rippling mesas of sand
gold mirrors
on your sinuous curves

I thirst
for the saguaro
for the sweet juice of cactus
in the prickling sweat
of a desert sun

I thirst
for the searing of hot valleys
the bend of shimmer and heat
that bow that arcs the arrow
toward this center, my heart

I thirst
for the bloom, the sweet
languorous smells
this subtle perfume
elusive, as the scuttle of desert life

I thirst
for this tallest, deepest night
of stars and silence
when the moon is only a moon
silvering this light

Ruth Housman

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