- Arizona Skies
A lark's perched on a twig above my sill.
She sings her melody so loud and clear,
It raises memories, which I hold dear:
There is one special place beyond that hill.
Her song takes me across the desert sand,
Then on to where large ruby mountains kneel;
Such bitter-sweet emotions soon reveal
Themselves, as I pass through this haunting land.
A small mesquite now seems to calls my name,
And draws me to her branches, where I rest
To idly watch the sun --and one wide nest
Of clouds that drifts toward her beaming flame.
Then—thunder crashes through the morning
hours;
Soon, heavy sheets of rain trail this storm's wake;
One shallow gulch becomes a desert lake,
And I envision fragrant bursts of flowers.
Oh, many more of such fond thoughts arise;
And in my mind, all shades of sandstone spread
Across each mound and bending river bed--
to touch the pale blue Maricopa skies.
