Saturday, November 15, 2008

New Poem: Seasons


November and still too warm to sleep.
Nights and days seem out of season
with the rest of the world. No clouds

or rain, a slight breeze some days
if the Gods are smiling, but the summer
seems not to have left us yet.

Sweat is the reality. Blue skies
blend one into the next, bored
with their own consistency.

No leaves changing color, no
trees shedding leaves. Just cactus,
just mesquite, just ocotillo.

The desert is a strange place
in the dark months. No darkness.
Rattlesnakes a little less active,

coyotes coming out earlier, ravens
as always, in pairs, watching the silly
humans, gathering their scraps.

I miss seasons, at least the normal
changes the rest of the world knows.
Here only pale shades of green,

some wind, a lessening of the light
as evening settles, but no snow, no fog,
nothing that says winter is near.

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