Fine
grains of sand blowing in all directions with whipping winds
Blazing fiery sun beating down on fragile supple skin
But watch out for in the desert a snow storm is 'bout to begin
Don't look to the sky boy, your sun all but shining cloaked in mist
The
skin on your face tight as new leather hide, see your breath
The
shirt on your back thin and sunbleached, watch the first flake settle
Gray ominous
clouds filled with white orbs instead of rain
Green scaly lizards paralyzed from drastic change in climate
For your sultry desert is no longer in perfect alignment
Each new flake brings distant memory of your unsettled mind
The
flurry sings regret perched on the tip of your now numb nose
This
desert white out a lyrical oxymoron, but so solid, so real
A blizzard has taken over your
back yard along with your soul
The once sandy terrain is now covered in sparkling white
Sucks to be you as the temp drops below thirty tonight