I dream a dream of desert songs and an enchanted sky
Where shooting stars cross planet's path and catch my searching eye.
The gentlest breeze carries the scent of sage and cactus flower.
Coyotes speak in dialects in the moon's rising hour. Enchantment blankets the mesa, and my heart, running fleet,
Slows to find the rhythm of the desert's living beat.
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Welcome to my love affair with the desert.
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Coyote Country
We are strangers here, trespassers in the land of wild things.
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