I am in the desert
now,
In the soft
low light of October,
But every
now and then
I catch a
glimpse of autumn color,
The remembered
rainbow
Of the
forest’s last fling,
And I think
I hear the sweet autumn song
Of the
white-throated sparrow,
Or the crunching
of dried leaves beneath my feet.
Is that the
scent of apples carried on the wind?
Can I really
smell the memory of
The first wood
fire on the hearth?
But these
are gossamer threads
Pulling me
back to a place I have left behind.
I am in the desert
now
Learning new
rhythms to life and seasons,
I am
learning new scents and sights and sounds,
The kestrel
calls to me, the thrasher and the phainopepla,
It is the
Say’s phoebe whose voice I hear at dawn.
I am
learning a new melody,
Soon I will
sing the desert’s song.
~Kathie Adams Brown (October 24, 2012)