In a Desert Land


In a desert land, gardens are the gateway to paradise.
Nothing stirs the soul so much as contemplating
Gentle fronds, running water, sweet breezes,
And luscious fruit hanging from the vines and trees.

So far from our strict unforgiving doctrines,
All of this signifies the riches of natural creation.
We welcome the display of beauty given freely,
And scents that send us into untold raptures.

Honeysuckle grows in profusion—bees thread in and out,
Bringing pollen to the flowers while gathering nectar.
At night, beneath the canopy of burning stars,
Bullfrogs raise their concert calls over silvery crickets.


©2016 Michael Fraley




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