Its majesty brushed
with browns and reds.
Towering saguaro piercing
the land. Visited by screeching;
bats in search
of the insects illuminated
by the moon.
Sonoran paradise.
A wasteland: sweltering
with hazy apparitions by day,
frozen over by relentless
cold at night. Summer air invites
a silent killer.
It begins as avid wind-
agitating the dry crust
on the blushing rocks.
The devils begin to stir.
Survivors vanish-
into the cracked clay.
The horizon. The suns
resting place, enlightened
twice; now a darkened cloak.
Consuming everything,
everywhere.
Sand slices like shards of glass.
Wind shrouds the rocks,
dulling their glow. Overwhelms
the snakes and owls.
An eternity of rolling
dust encases everything,
everywhere.