Saturday, April 2, 2016
Spring in the Desert
Today I'm doing a spring poem for National Poetry Month. For an example on how to do one, go here:
Spring looks like rising goathead stickers and a fresh crop of pot holes.
Spring sounds like coyotes hunting a neighborhood pet and palo verdes humming full of bees.
Spring feels bipolar--oven-like one minute, goosebumps the next.
Spring smells like creosote beneath a dusting of raindrops, and the wind sifting through the orange blossoms.
Spring tastes like blowing grit and fragrant oranges.
© 2016 by H. Linn Murphy