bird in the desert

life among

thistles and thorns

and rocks that sigh

beneath dreaming reptiles

the palest shades of green 

gold and beige

and fresh picked bundles of sage

slow drifting clouds

linger and long

to give up their tears 

for the thirst of another

for her

parched soul 

heart like a rose

the only red flower here

living on dust

and heat 

and the indigo night

breathing in stars

then sending out light

a maker

she is 

a baker of 

love

of hope

and of magic

the sweetness 

of living

unbridled heart
loving and giving

she kneads the

warm golden earth

 beneath her

she punches it down

then lets it rise

she knows which way 

the crow flies