Dawn's Deserted Symphony

Beneath the hush of dawn's unfolding veil, 

Where Phoenix's heart begins to quail, 

I step into the desert's waking embrace, 

Where rain-kissed plants their fragrance grace.

The creosote, a verdant, pungent sprite, 

With earthy musk dances in the light, 

While sweet acacia, a honeyed delight, 

Infuses the air with its golden bite.

Hummingbird mint, with leaves so green, 

Whispers secrets of a woodland scene, 

And cacti, their spines like jewels aglow, 

Release a scent both sharp and low.

Palo verde, a beacon in the sand, 

Its branches outstretched, a helping hand, 

While mesquites, their aroma sweet and deep, 

Embalm the air in a drowsy sleep.

Night-blooming jasmine, a siren's call, 

Unveils its perfume, soft and enthrall, 

And rosemary, its essence evergreen, 

Awakens the senses, sharp and keen.

As I tread the path, a symphony unfolds, 

A fragrant tapestry, a story told, 

Where nature's orchestra plays its part, 

A symphony for the soul, a work of art.

The desert's breath, a fragrant sigh, 

Inviting me to linger, to lie, 

In this aromatic Eden, bathed in dew, 

Where dawn's first light begins anew.

Oh, let me stay in this enchanted sphere, 

Where desert blooms and fragrances smear, 

A symphony for the senses, pure and true, 

A gift from nature, a dream come true.

Unlikely Buddha 2023