Snow in the Desert
The sky blurs, a mosaic of the small town weathered by the sun
and the dull grey of the clouds
The pink and gray mountains embrace the little town,
watching as the flurries fall before them
Snow slides down the dusty windows,
turning from a soft white to brown
A patchwork of dried grasses raise their heads to greet the snow,
like old friends that meet again after many years.
The flurries blow through the air,
pushed by the wind across the metal roofs of the faded homes
I reach out to catch them, but they
flit through my fingertips
and twist to the snowy ground