Even here in the desert
The morning’s cool hangs full
And out there in the sagebrush
Is possibility.
The night has finally ended
And the sun come round again
Perhaps this day will differ
From all the others.
Someone has a rooster
Down the road a ways
It always feels the need to sing
Or so I tell myself.
But with the gentle morning
Comes another chance
And all that went before
May not come again.
A Soul's Walk 
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Thanks.
I like the first stanza a lot!
The desert really is a special place…
Never been to a desert before, loved the amusing detail of the rooster and your thoughts of its singing =)…makes your piece that much more real and personal. Last stanza is just beautifully deep. Take care, Que
I’ll try.
the rain has come and gone
soft scent of warm clay baked in the sun
crunch, crunch, crunching underfoot
desert life, a beautiful simple thing
Simple is the heat
Simple is the sand
Simple is the wind that blows
Hot right through your hand.
tis the cold of winter
wind whipping wildly about
raw n rosy is my cheek