Shadow Shot Sunday 2: Autumn in the Desert

Tree shadows creep across the Sonoran Desert in Southern Arizona on an autumn day.
 
 

Autumn afternoon—
a desert tree is writing
shadow poetry.

 
 
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Shadow Shot Sunday 2: Cracks

Shadows often lurk in cracks in the Sonoran Desert of Southern Arizona.
 
 

Some light, some shadows—
summer arranges herself
just as she wants to.
 
 
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Shadow Shot Sunday 2: Fallen Blossoms

Fallen indigo bush blossoms are surrounded by shadows in the Sonoran Desert of Southern Arizona.
 
 

 
 
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Shadow Shot Sunday 2: Desert Shadows

Shadows dot the desert landscape near Ajo, Arizona.
 
 

The shadowlands wait
in ever deeper silence
for the Flower Moon.

 
 
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Shadow Shot Sunday 2: Saguaro Blossoms

Shadows help to accentuate saguaro cactus blossoms in Arizona’s Sonoran Desert..
 
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Shadow Shot Sunday 2: Palo Verde Blossoms

A palo verde tree in bloom offers a shadowy respite from the heat at Yuma Conservation Garden, Yuma, Arizona.
 
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Shadow Shot Sunday 2: Sundown Shadows

After the sun goes down, a thick blanket of shadows covers desert hills.
 
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A Voice

Sunset in the Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona.
 

She lifted her voice against the sun,
Cursing because Good Friday was done.
 
The coming of night would make her feel blue,
For none of her dreams would ever come true.
 
She pillowed her head and turned off the light,
Preparing to face the terrors of night;
 
But then came a voice, a voice not her own,
Whispering things from the past she had known:
 
You are the daughter of wisdom and light,
The child of mercy and goodness and right.
 
Be not afraid of the terrors ahead.
Lie down and sleep, child, for safe is your bed.
 
Over her heart washed a wave of relief,
The voice in the night assuaging her grief.
 
 
 
HAIKU:
 
Good Friday evening—
singing dark songs, Sister Death
slips into my room.

 
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Shadow Shot Sunday 2: Ruins Shadows

Shadows dance on a stone wall at Aztec Ruins National Monument, Aztec, New Mexico.
 
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Shadow Shot Sunday 2: Prickly Pear

Shadows surround a prickly pear blossom in Arizona’s Sonoran Desert.
 
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