Beth Camp Historical Fiction

Wednesday, September 20, 2017

Sept 20: On Rocks and Spines

Who can see the turn of seasons
in the blossoms that turn to brown
here in the desert?
We pick our way past cactus
in every form.
Even guardian Saguaro promise
months of heat ahead
while palm fronds wither.
The rocks remain,
sedimentary in layers,
sturdy, persevering.
We return each year,
snow birds who warm our bones
in this land of rocks and spines. 

"Secret Garden" by Jeffrey Stemshorn