Desert Snowflakes
The wolf alone, guards the purple tepee, A sacred space, a place to be, Great winds cleared the searing heat, Brought forth the rains thundering beat, Earths rich seasonal elements call, Delicate desert snowflakes hushed fall, The air collects its frosty feel, Guided by the medicine wheel, Two souls sit amongst the boulders, Blessing blankets around their shoulders, To watch a million stars ignite, Against the canyons fading light, They shine, sparkle, gleam, Like pieces from a broken dream.
Copyright Mark Osmer 2015
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