Desert Rose

That is how it feels
to see the the last tumbleweed
roll on over
the highway
before the
storm comes.

Thick clouds
higher than the mesas
and smelling
sweet,
of promise.

The cactus flowers
blooming scarlet
with the dwarf mice
scurrying inside.
The scratching sound
fo little feet
pattering the dusted
roads.

Summer squall comes on
and paints the lone
highway red with 
dust, 

and that is how it feels 
for the heavens to kiss
the earth all afternoon.