Nature Speaks

Withered leaf and winter birds,

A misty desert morn.

Silence rest upon the air,

the coyote sings no more.

Creosote flower gives its scent,

javelina roams the wash.

A red hawk soars below the clouds,

its shadow runs the rock.

Ground squirrels gather cactus seed

to feed their hungry lot.

Bobcat perched on a rocky ledge

watches my every move,

I turn to watch my flank

so as not to be subdued.

Covey of quail cross my path,

they call for all their young.

Yellow finches fly from bush to tree,

they glimmer in the sun.

This Christmas day I have no cares,

the desert brings me peace.

My wish for you who read these lines is to hear

The Love That Nature Speaks.

Smithill December 2018