Orange Horizon (Haiku)

Image: desertusa.com

Image: desertusa.com

Orange horizon

Cacti framed against the sky

Saguaro sunset

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Though Fall Has Returned Home

Though fall has returned home

The hot summer sun still beats upon my furled brow.

The desert does not take kindly to the change of seasons;

Preferring to redden and blister the flesh ‘til left no recourse,

This has always been her way.

Her bleak landscape sparsely dotted with cacti and scrub brush,

Inhabited by venomous creatures big and small.

Her song is that of the coyote howling for her lost love,

His bones bleached white by the fire, laid waste amongst the sands.

Still even Hell must succumb to God’s will

Though not without fighting ‘til its dying breath,

Taking holiday until it is invited back in three seasons time.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Jeweled Desert

Credit - gorp.com

Credit – gorp.com

By D. R. DiFrancesco

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The late fall sky

Bathed in tangerine and magenta

Fragrance of Palo Verde and Cottonwood fills the air

Serenity cloaks the towering granite peaks

Wrapping them in shades of purple and gold

Exalting their millennial majesty

The coyote’s bay

Floating effortlessly through the canyons

They share their lonesome longing song

Adorned as if otherworldly

Cacti and the gnarled Joshua tree dot the desolate Sonoran desert

Prickly and unpretentious in their beauty

The landscape ruled by snake and scorpion

Rattle of the tail and venomous sting, relics of the deadly precipice

The destiny awaiting the oblivious visitor

Rain devoid xeriscape

Designed by the marvelous hand of nature

Wondrous in it’s simplicity and complexity

Man could not have created such a miraculous wonder

For our nature is to destroy

Still the creator left flawed beings as the keepers

To cherish and protect his prized ecru jewel.

Desolate Beauty

By D. DiFrancesco

 

Pale blue cloudless skies

God’s of granite rise to meet it

Hawks and buzzards scream their cries

Parched and cracking earth crumbles bit by bit.

 

Yet life does thrive in this barren wasteland

Angry flora and fauna its solemn masters

Brown and tan the palette at hand

Landscape the pupil, sun the headmaster.

 

Cliff dwellings and hieroglyphs call home this domain

Once proud inhabitants have faded and gone

Arachnids and echoes are all that remain

Of an era that is all but bygone.

 

Still man insists on taming the unattainable

Its lifeblood rerouted and dammed

For cities and towns, its inhabitants expendable

The resultant effects unplanned.

 

Yet with all the scrub and cactus and scorpion

Its peace and beauty abound

The mountains and valleys elicit euphoria

No greater gift can be found.

 

Try as we might to alter its reality

The eagle keeps watch over this land

Man and machine try to prove natures frailty

But nature does refuse their demand.

 

As the celestial heat wave succumbs to twilight

Nocturnal denizens hiss and bay

Under constellations hunters commence the fight

For the strong to live another day.

 

With each days pass the circle unbroken

The animal and land meld into one

Of mountains and desert, lore has been spoken

In God’s own will be done.