Spring in the Desert


While walking in the desert

On a calm April day;

Amid sage green so infinite,

I spied subtle blooms.

The rapid beating

from a hovering bird,

Transformed drab reflections

to wondrous delight.

It’s not the same spring

I’ve often known,

With plush cherry blossoms

Or sweet golden meadows.

And yet…

 the sidewalk planter boxes

are charming to behold;

There is just a touch

 of spring in the desert.

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