The Desert Breeze

Frosty footing
bellows out, at the grass blades
causing them to crunch, underfoot.

Should winter's ringing brisket of atmosphere
silently surrender to the blades,
an audible "bawl", might just be heard;

with the air I breathe
my lungs feel as if they've been freshly starched,
and with each step, my soul feels suddenly damper.

Stinging differences
from the tall days of the sun,
where each and everyone's heart began to perspire;

Spring and fall go virtually unnoticed,
as the desert wrestles patiently
with the climatic exchanges of the two polarities.

Gone now, are the mildly arid carresses of the winds of spring,
and painstakingly present, are the dark molecules
that freeze with abandon, the surface of the epidermis.

The desert breathes in cycles,
and learns to subtlely urge the body's comfort-zones
towards shade, during the heat.....and to seek shelter from winter's elements;

but I, however.....see the apex of the weather,
as it reaches for it's glory in it's severity...
and I understand it's commitment.....in reminding me, that I am.....home.