This prose poem was written during the excesses of Tucson’s summer heat but the sentiment can be applied to any of God’s seasons. Today, preparing for Thanksgiving this week, I remain grateful and aware of the treasures of nature and the love of family and friends. Wishing everyone a Happy Thanksgiving and the gift of gratitude.
Unfolding from sleep I turn toward the open window.
A desert breeze puffs gentle kisses across my eyes and lips.
Sage and desert broom play luscious harmony for my nose.
With feline grace dawn arches blue-gray-pink over the mountaintop
Bringing another day.
Thank you for the new beginning.
I walk the park path in the cool dawn air.
Desert heat will rise soon.
A voyeur, I listen to the gossip of palo verde leaves
Am I the topic of their soft whispers?
The park is alive with rumors of the coming day.
Thank you for nature’s secrets.
Rabbit romps across the path,
Coyote slinks among the shadows,
Bobcat shelters under the creosote bush,
Quails strut in formation,
Hawk soars in lazy circles seeking breakfast.
Thank you for the companions of morning
Clear skies gather hazy bits of cloud
Building monuments to the midsummer heat.
Monsoons hiss, rumble, boom, crack and clap.
Summer torrents cool, coaxing fragrance from the earth’s bounty.
A kaleidoscope of color frolics among the wrinkles of Pusch Ridge.
Thank you for the intricate interplay of nature’s ensemble.