Backyard Oasis in the Desert
Close to the end
sitting with you
out in the backyard.
The palo verde
yet to bloom
lays dormant from
a cold winter.
Seven more days
left in April;
I watch the green leaves
start to bud.
By now there are
usually yellow flowers
dropping-
floating down on
the spring breeze.
The petals fall
all over the back porch
covering the table
and chair cushions.
However,
this year spring tarries
and I sit and watch
the wind chime
you bought in Oregon
hanging in the mesquite tree.
The bird spins in the breeze
ominously quiet
despite its dance.
I soak in the sun
happy to be back
in my warm desert
waiting for…
the palo verde to bloom.
Tell me, love, will the memories keep me warm.
NaPoWriMo Prompt – Finally, here’s our optional prompt for the day! Start off by reading Arvind Krishna Mehrotra’s “Lockdown Garden.” Now, try to write a poem of your own that has multiple numbered sections. Attempt to have each section be in dialogue with the others, like a song where a different person sings each verse, giving a different point of view. Set the poem in a specific place that you used to spend a lot of time in, but don’t spend time in anymore.
Good afternoon again and welcome to day twenty three of #napowrimo where I wrote about a place I still spend a great deal of time. But if my family has their way my desert oasis will only be a memory one day. They all seem to want to move me up to frigid Oregon when we retire. Of course as I’m writing this, Robin sent a zillow ad for a house in downtown Phoenix that would allow him to walk to work. Not sure why he’s looking now as he still has 14 months of school to finish.