Brian’sPoems

The Desert Wakes

The desert wakes
in silhouettes and shadows.
Dinosaur eggs sit motionless
as they have for millions of years.
A single bird calls out
to the morning creatures,
“Arise! Arise!”
While the nocturnal recede
into the shadows,
then below the ground.

The morning desert is full of color:
deep and royal blues,
pale and hunter greens,
brown, beige, orange,
splashes of red, yellow and purple.

By noon the sun will dominate,
casting the fierce light of truth
and washing out all of the colors,
while muting the brilliance
of early morning.

The desert bakes
and waits patiently for the Earth
to turn away from her Sun.
Then as the shadows lengthen,
the colors will return,
only this time softer
and with a golden halo,
sending notice to predator and prey,
the night is coming.