The desert is yearning
For rain

Its dust cries
A requiem
And life tiptoes
With careful steps
Its walk delicate
Like cicada wings

Night is falling
Slowly behind the
Mesas
Where gila
Hide beneath
Amber rocks

The air grows heavy
With silence
In the aching rays
Of the evening sun

Life retreats
A page is turned
The heat bleeds out
Of the scorched Earth

And as the quiet
Dusk arrives
Riding the heavy hush
Of a condor’s wing

Soft raindrops break
Their song
Whispering
A quiet
Compassionate
Lullaby
To the dust
Beneath