Mother quail leads her young,
in a procession through the brush.
While a coyote lays by quietly,
careful not to make them flush.
Clouds gather against the mountains,
surrounding the desert floor.
Thunder rumbling in the distance,
breaking the slumber of a Javelina boar.
A cool cascades over the desert,
as the winds begin to blow.
Coming down the mountain side,
from atop the high plateau.
Wild flowers blossom wildly,
over the desert once so bare.
Color explodes from every corner,
as nature has that special flair.
When its springtime in the desert,
and it starts to come alive.
We know summer's not far off,
and the heat will soon arrive.
So as I gallop pass all this
atop my favorite mare.
I don't know of any beauty
that to this I can compare. |
