My Desert Rose

My Desert Rose

Her womb; an empty crypt

her desire and hope a dying bird 

nodding on the limb

Tree leaves flickered with Autumn flame

twirled and danced as if on fire.

Her mind was a crystal salt of sand 

blazing memories on the

shifting white dunes of Mexico

Panchos and black knee Sombrero

tasseled wool and twine

Lemon, cilantro, lime

Tequila!

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A wonderful poem dear Corset. I liked how you used the description. You allowed the reader to see the images, you create. I loved the ending. Colorful and amazing words used my dear friend.
Coyote

[Patricia Wedel]

Trees flickered with Autumn flame.. is a perfect description… reminds me of a Persimmon Sunset. Your Pen is so Poetic… gently, Pat