April – breezy and demure –
Make yourself at home.
I’ve kept some tea warm –
So glad you're here.

I heard that you'd visit;
The birds announced your arrival
By chirp and warble –
I’d been waiting for it.

I saw wildflowers in full flush
Arrive just ahead of you.
The bees buzz as if to say “hello”
And throng around the brittlebush.

Behold the marvelous wildflowers!
How they boldly carpet a sloping glen –
Our gift from Earth’s seasonal showers.

Hardly is the desert recognizable
Come March to an untrained eye when
Spring has announced herself in full

Except for occasional saguaros –
The perennial observers to this annual display –
Perched on the precarious ledge they chose.

Sweet crickets, the tune
You’re playing tempts me to sleep.
By your tune, I will drift off
Better to a place dark and deep.
The low moon and toads
As well as I are your audience.
Why, even the saguaro blooms
Have opened with interest!
The night will soon bend over
And kiss my eyelids closed.
From Earth’s port into the sky
Of oblivion, I will go.
But should I judge your tune
To be my favorite solace
Promise me you’ll return
One night to play for me again.

Oh, joy! at the night sky
And the wonder it declares.
How flirtatious! How they flare –
The many stars on high!

There's Castor and Pollux
And Rigel and Betelgeuse
And look! – Aldebaran bids adiós
As he swaggers west.

Gentle Earth, I beg of you –
Whisper to us the first sign of spring.
Annul this wintry despair
And a season of life anew, bring.
From the depths of Baja
Carry the warmth in upon a draft.
Poke the sunshine through grumbly clouds
And send it down as a gilded shaft.
Clothe the desert with the raiment
Of fleeting sheets of white rain.
Implore the wildflowers that they
Bestow upon us a fantastic display.
Help the button-face of the brittlebush
Peep over the dead, crumpled brush.
Bring forth the canyon penstemon.

Oh, star – brightest star –
That's first in the sky –
I don't need advice;
I just need an ear.

Nobody else must know
But I feel terrible.
You seem quite capable
Of fighting evil's blow.

Shine for my heart –
Let your fire burn my strife
With resilience tonight;
Shine on with luster.

The sight of you is crisp –
Your wisdom is your silence;
I lay this up to heaven
And trust it upon your lips.

The hunger ignites slowly
like a lazy wildfire
As I saunter forth
My heart’s pounding a prelude
As I approach the swarth

I prowl and scan the watering hole
Surveying the new, the sickened, the old
Marking out my quarry
Before I initiate the purgatory

I paw at watermelons
Tug and tear at the flesh of grapes and cherries
I do not compromise with my adversaries

I lust for a pineapple
The juice running down my chin
Eating me from the outside in

I pounce on a pepper
Capable of an indomitable conflagration

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