Swirling Around In The Desert Sky Poem by Juan Olivarez

Swirling around in the desert sky,
Where not even the ravens choose to fly.
Down off the mountains in a furious gale,
Darkening the desert sky so pale.

Sand, like needles cover all pores,
Bearing down relentlessly, with a terrible roar.
Turning miday into a dark stygian night,
Blurring out everything, killing all light.

Chasing all denizens far underground,
Terrifying all with a freight train sound.
From may to September, this is the norm,
One of a kind, the mojave sandstorm.

6/19/12 Alton Texas