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Thursday, November 14, 2013

THE DESERT IS CALLING

Saguaros reach with arms in the air.
Paddles turn purple on the Prickly Pear.

Golden Barrels grow more golden spines 
and red flames on the Ocotillos look fine.

Morings are rosy, get out of bed.
Evenings come in a purple red.

In between the skies are a brilliant blue.
The desert is calling,
                           calling,
                                 calling 
                                       to you.


 What is it like where you live?  What changes do you see as the seasons change and the weather gets colder?  Can you write a poem about that today?

  As it starts to get colder here, we have more birds at the birdfeeder.  More snakes trying to keep warm in the road--bad idea, they get run over by cars.  And more creatures (scorpions and tarantulas) who think my warm house is the best place to be--wrong!  Snakes, and scorpions and tarantulas, oh my!
I hope you have a fun time reading and writing poetry today.

2 comments:

  1. My wife has been to Sedona, but I've never been farther west than Michigan! Would love to get out there and see it. From your poem, it sounds gorgeous!

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  2. Joy,
    I especially like the image of arms in the air. Fall is lovely isn't it? I hope yours is fun, fun, fun.

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