Envious of the Clouds by Amy Michelle Mosier, Amy Muniz (rooftoppers .txt) 📕

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PINK is the morning sun ablaze.

Gray is the balmy air.

Purple is the city's haze.

Brown is the wren's bleary stare.

White is the glistening dew.

     Night – adieu!

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.

Penstemon and globe mallow are in glee;

Even the palo verdes celebrate

By showering the ground with yellow confetti.

SWEAT is the other garment

     You wear in the desert

When the only water is in the cactus

     And all but the flies are inert

But a cool layer of sweat

     Is a hiker's proof of award

For taking a thin trail

     And in curiosity, moving forward.

The Elusive Lady

The Moon became quietly jealous

     One night when I surveyed Venus.

The usual glory reserved for her

     Went to the dancer with Perseus.

At first, she passed for a star

           Sparkling high above a church roof

But as she moved down further

           Her ample speed gave proof.

Outgoing clouds didn't shroud

     The evening sky of cerulean blue.

Enchanted, I stayed around

     To observe her quick rendezvous.

Fair Venus shined like a jewel

     Like one worthy to be set in a ring.

Because she was so beautiful

     She sent a jaded Moon waning.

The wide net of the Milky Way

     Was cast and had failed to pull her in.

She outshined the Dog Star

     And had evaded sly Orion

And as the Sun moved below

     He teased her with stealing her glory.

She lusted for that power

     And disappeared after him shortly.

Tho' I know her general stream

     And her light is brilliant and dense –

She's been gone. I haven't seen

     The Elusive Lady since.

A DREAM is a butterfly

Fresh from the cocoon

That is realized and soon

Flutters up into the sky

Or faltering, goes astray

Is suddenly killed

While young still

And fast fades away.

A MILKY-EYED mourning dove

Sat upon a tall tombstone

Inside St. Francis where I roamed

To see family much beloved.

Quite the overseer of the lost –

Its scaly, orange feet

Were tucked in underneath –

I was struck by its presence.

The dove watched me serenely –

A poofy chest let out a sigh.

I felt good knowing as I walked by

It was whole among the deceased.

FLOWERS in the desert

     Vibrantly grow forth

In yellows and purples

     Despite the salty Earth

And when I think about

     How birds can fly at all

I am reminded that

     Anything is possible.

Text: Amy Michelle Mosier
Images: Amy Michelle Mosier
Publication Date: 02-03-2012

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