Was left to wander alone
In this desert, hair windblown
A hot, beautiful mess
Written off, but not distressed
Finding peace and company
In these wide open spaces
I now sing my desertsong
A mess, but lovely in it
Hot by day, too cool at night
Friends with the desert fox
And with the lizards and hawks
I’m never alone out here
In nature I let go of fear
We’re singing my desertsong
Written 8-4-2018
Lovely poem! My favourite line: “written off, but not distressed”.
That’s one of my favorite lines, too! Thanks for reading, Kristyn 🙂