Adjusting to life's changes with hope… through poetry, haiku, and commentary

New Desert Song


We loved it there before the wind
changed and the air got stale.
Is our future in the sounds of the
desert instead of the noise of the
midwest?

Will the plastic owl hold off the
woodpecker I hear on a neighbor’s
house?

Our time had come. The autumns
we loved lost their luster. The land
became bleak. The vibrant colors of
our lives were drained and worn to
grey.

We were rejected and scorned there.
Now those who hurt us are rejected
and scorned, but they wouldn’t take
notice of it.

The desert sun warms us; there is
laughter in every gentle breeze. And
there are tears with every occasional
rain.

You sing, “I see the mountains and the
mountains see me,” on every outing.

We don’t tire of looking at the
mountains and the mountains looking
back at us. Or watching the birds and
bunnies darting in and out.

It is our new desert song.

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