The Desert Sun Marks a Day

by Mary E. Lowd

March 7, 2021

Low in the sky,
Surrounded by a pink haze,
The sun stares lazily out at me,

Rising higher,
The sky grows bluer,
And the sun blazes bright,

Back to pink,
On comes the night,

The desert cycles through a day,
Clear, warm, aglow,
Staving off thoughts of snow,
Far away.

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From the book:  Some Words Burn Brightly: An Illuminated Collection of Poetry

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