What an Oasis

The heat of that desert breeze is like a blasting inferno,

Blazing across the desert registering triple digits,

Sucking the water from the deserts floor,

It leaves nature with sporadic moisture for growth.

The water table continues to descend,

Submerging the water level to an all time low,

Those native to the climate endure the heat quite well,

Yet for some it will prove to be life threatening.

The cactus apple is still a vibrant red,

The Yucca blossoms look out of place on a thirsting vine,

The Joshua trees remind me of stick men crossing the land,

And the palm trees line the river banks in luscious serene greenery.

The crystal shimmers of reflections dance upon the surface,

As the small motor crafts cut through the water,

Civilization has changed the scenery of the horizon,

Yet that sunset in the desert is still as breathtaking as ever.

Our visit is like a pilgrimage,

Drawing us back time and time again,

Delivering rejuvenation and relaxation,

It is the oasis of beauty in the middle of the desolate Mojave.

A Lady Forever

Gale Hernandez

© Copyright 2002

Shared Vanilla

The day began with good intentions,

With a sunrise painted in soft ribbons of gold, swaying across the horizon,

The hillsides hold the scattered shadows,

As close as a lovers embrace.

The tops of the palms,

Sway ever so slightly,

Dancing to the melodies of a slow waltz,

Whispering sweet everything’s, on a warm gentle breeze.

The rows of lighted lamps,

Spill upon the highways, leaving the city life behind,

Yet the soft muted glows of orange,

Run across the horizon and release the evening’s shadows.

Twilight is mere moments away,

The evening’s sky is the backdrop displaying those twinkling wonders,

Our conversation drifts into speechlessness,

We simply sit back and enjoy the simplicity of life.

One can feel the coolness begin,

On a warm summer night,

Alone with each other,

We share the coolness of a vanilla cone.

A Lady Forever

Gale Hernandez

© July 2003