Waiting in Desert

We lie

            in desert

            still

            silent

            parched

            waiting.

The wind breathes

            upon the ocotilla

            like a harp.

We sing.

Ocotillo 2-72

Ocotillo at Dripping Springs, Las Cruces, New Mexico

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2 Responses to Waiting in Desert

  1. Kathryn Byer says:

    Bill, these are lovely. Such a wonderful site. I love it.

  2. Tim bachmeyer says:

    Thank you, Bill, for being the voice of nature when it is do dim in our electronic world.

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