December sunrise, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
first day of winter—
looking in vain for snowflakes
at the sun’s rising
Haiku and photo © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
Puerto Nuevo, Baja California Norte, México
searching for snowflakes
where none have ever fallen—
game of hide-and-seek
Text and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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You can’t step into the same river—or wilderness—twice. Something is always shifting. Something added today will be subtracted tomorrow.
Winds fray the grasses. Blowing sand burnishes the stone. A hungry hawk hovers overhead and the mouse runs for cover, leaving tiny tracks.
A midnight snowfall dusts tumbleweeds and junipers, cacti and spent wildflowers. I walk through a sparkling wonderland that yesterday was brown and barren.
In the desert, snow doesn’t last long: wonderland today, mud tomorrow, dust the day after that. Yet in all seasons, I love wild places.
Romancing a place, just as romancing a person, takes dedication. You set yourself to the task for better or worse; for richer or poorer; in sun or in snow, praying that indifference never tames the wild longings of your heart.