Desert Rhapsody

I saw the grass

bleached

by a moon

pouring white brightness

on thirsty ground.

I saw the hills

eerie

and red,

a vast black sky

a-swarm with stars.

I felt the wind

dry

and warm,

sighing in

from desert spaces.

Across the rolling

moonlit wastes,

somewhere

beyond the night bird’s call,

my spirit caught

the songs of dreamers,

glimpsed

ancient shadows on the sand.

 Pamela Calmer