Watching Nature Alongside A Mountain Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sitting, watching nature alongside a desert mountain at
my friend's house, a barely discernible breeze causing
palm fronds, flowers, and bushes to shiver slightly.

Sun shining brightly and hotly across the desert, cast-
ing shadows here and there, looking wistfully at the
mountains standing before me.

Alluring, beckoning to be climbed, palm trees scattered
about, brush climbing diligently up the side of the
mountain.

Cacti standing aside, watching them, saguaros standing
at attention around the yard like soldiers at the tomb
of the unknown soldier taking their duties to heart.

Here protecting my friend's property, looking everywhere,
a feeling of mystical magic delves into my being, because
desert scenery could only have been created by God.