The bird and the squirrel
Eating from the land
Surviving in the moment of wild
Desert heat
Upon the realization of friends
Not in actual physical
But in the spirit of the land
Upon the eyes
Seeing each other
In the light
One by flight
One by land
They protect the life and
Gather what they need
Oh what we an learn
From the squirrel and the bird
The microphone sits
Tucked in the studio
Ready to tell the stories
Of love and loss
The honest of the moment
Can be unraveled in front of the ear
Of the world
What webs weave leave that to you
And the musician who has crafted
The art of the time with the instrument
And the song at hand
To play just a moment
Can be a great honor
To be in front of the microphone
In the studio
Alone
How to know
When the smoke closes
In on the world
Creating a mystery of misery
Is this the beginning of a new chapter
Or the end of the familiar one
Said clear into the days fading light
So burnt in the smoke from the trees
Seething up north
Blowing through the jet stream
And brining it down to the desert
Upon the cactus the dust of travel
Awaits
As I decipher what chapter of the book
Is being played
Unto the evening
Of reds and purple
Skies of the desert
On fire with evening light
Descending
The longer the shadow cast
Brings in the evening air
Cool and crisp as the
Desert night
Cold upon the relinquished light
Take me to the desert near the
Camelback trail
The world at large
Could only bring this beauty
Upon my eyes to see
Onto the mountains
The snow fell
With light feet
Upon the spring air
Of February
Until the trees
Were glowing
With a white
Crisp
Layer
In the Sedona
Sun
