Spring In The High Desert

by

Phil Pochurek

The cool spring wind
Hisses through the trees, then silence.
Rushing down from the mountains
With their broken tops and jagged peaks.
Reaching for the blue sky
Tearing the clouds as they go by
On their way across the desert.
In these quiet moments
The sun is warm and bright.
Spreading its presummer heat and light over all it touches.
Urging the leaves back onto the trees
And the flowers from out of the ground.
When you look around you can see that spring is here.
The deer have wandered out of the woods
With their spotted fawns in tow.
Squirrels and rabbits are out on the lawns
Playing on the grass out to the edge of the snow.
Soon the season of people will begin.
They’ll be more of them outside than in.
Enjoying the summer and the desert again
Gazing at the stars.
Coming from all directions to play
Taking time to relax and get away
Get out of their cars and away
From their everyday grind.
Leaving their work lives and the city behind
To take in the summer air.
There’s a clarity that comes from moments like these
From the wind and the mountains
The desert and the trees,
That lingers and lasts in memories, forever.
Savored and saved in our hearts and minds.
Touched and recalled by a photo from a time
Can take you back to a treasured moment that reminds
You of a season long ago, left behind in your past.
There’s high desert magic in the mountain breeze.
Calling and holding you like sirens in the trees.
Making it hard for you when it’s time to leave
Spring in the high desert.

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