THE MEETING OF TWO
Daylight giving way to twilight;
that time of day when all is in the shadows
and shapes cannot be seen, only glimpsed,
The time when Sprites play.
Their playmates are the Canyon Echos
and the Fairies who dance from cactus
to cactus leaving the blooms to show
how they love to play among the spines.
As twilight gives way to full darkness,
the Angis join in the revelry that only
a few can hear or see; a song of the
Little Ones of the Great Sonoran Desert.
I have only to look around and to still my mind
of everything but the soft barely heard whispers
all around me, to feel the gentle whisper of the
night time breeze that carry the scents of the night.
I sit on a rock that is in the center of the yard
I can see each direction of the compass
At full dark the sounds of the daytime desert
fade away and I begin to hear the sound of flutes
I hear the very subdued sounds of drums and I
hear the rustling and smell of Eagle Feathers
Soon I see tiny dust devils twirling around the yard.
And the smell of the Prickly Pear and Cholla
I hear sounds in the house and cannot help but smile
Soon into the moonlight that lights up the yard there
will be the laughter of Canyon Echos, Angis will
softly giggle as the desert Sprites twirl in the moonlight
It is almost time now, almost time to listen to and
to watch as the Little Ones of the desert dance and
catch moonbeams in the night. Conceived in Love,
Born of Love, raised with Love, may it never change