Collapsing Birds
Beneath shadows Of Spring Mountains The rain dove arcs Across a barren sky, Its trembling shadow Rolling listlessly Above abandoned towns Of silver and gold,
desert
The Deadly Rains
Within the arid heart of shifting sands, A swathe of ancient microbes team with life; When gluts of unseen rainfall drench these lands, They promise
Records of our Future Past
Across the dusty plains of southwest lands, An empty dish lies buried in the sands; With taps turned off to nature’s moist supply, As climates
Echoes in the Dunes
From nothing came a burst of blinding light, With waves that trickled out to every shore; For eons, they were hidden out of sight, Just