
I took this photo in Utah last fall while on vacation. Although there isn’t very much of a desert shown here for the poem I had written the poem years ago previously while on another trip to Arizona but so much of these areas around these magnificent rock formations are dry and look like much of the Arizona deserts, so decided to post this photo with this poem.
A Place in the Sun
There is a place where the cactus grows.
There is a desert where no water flows.
where the earth is hot, and the air is dry,
and the sun beats down from its place in the sky.
And when the heavens and earth concur,
in a blaze of color with a certain blur.
There settles to the horizons cool dusk
the scent and smell of a lingering musk.
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Joyce E. Johnson (2014)