- It's always snowed in the mountains.
- I remember as a kid watching the clouds pass overhead in the desert.
- The storms would kick up dust, but no rain. .
- I remember that dust, one time,
- like a tornado chasing my father's car home.
- Oh, yes no rain reaches the desert floors,
- but in the mountain it rains, and it snows! .
- Up in the mountains it would rain, (or snow)
- and when that rain fell
- or the snow melted in spring,
- long silent rivers would grow. .
- They call those rivers Arroyos,
- in the language of Spain
- and when there is no rain,
- they seem curvy roads leading down to a plain. .
- But those plains, those salt flats
- are long dead seas,
- and when it rains they fill to the knees.
- And long sleeping frogs, fish and bugs,
- wake up to feast,
- their sleepy thirst finally slaked. .
- The water doesn't last long,
- and much of it is salty,
- but while there is water,
- the desert is healthy. .
- What had been dry and brown, alive with sounds,
- bursting with colors and green all around.
- The blue sky above, and life everywhere,
- where shortly before all had seemed so bare. .
- I remember desert storms as a good thing.
Thoughts on politics, economics, life and creative works from the author including poetry
Sunday, November 24, 2013
Snowy Mountains and the deserts
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