A desert family enjoys the cool December weather in this mosaic on a wall in Ajo, Arizona.
It’s winter, my love, keep playing the bones!
Stars o’er the valley are singing to stones.
Keep yourself limber, and shrug off the cold.
Summon your courage, and learn to be bold—
Bold in the barnyard, and bold in the dome,
Bold when you’re far, far away from your home.
I’ll end my song here, and hope that you find
That most folks are true, and loving, and kind.
Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
Palo verde tree on a wintry afternoon, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona.
a nearly empty sky fills
with sudden birdsong.
first winter shower—
milkweed fluff from shattered pods
Our ancestors knew
how to use needle and thread
to patch a torn sky.
Haiku and photo © by Magical Mystical Teacher
Pine boughs laden with snow in Apache County, Arizona.
Snow on the pine boughs, snow in the air!
Snow on the fox and raven and hare!
Snow in the valley, snow on the hill!
Snow on the rock, the ridge, and the rill!
Everywhere, everywhere snow is in sight!
Everything wears a blanket of white!
Nothing escapes the fingers of cold—
Winter is here, the world waxes old.
Poem © 2018 and photo © 2011 by Magical Mystical Teacher
Dead mullein stalks poke out of the snow in northern New Mexico.
Winter is coming with sleet, ice, and snow;
Herons will shiver and so will the crow.
Rivers of snot will run from kids’ noses—
They won’t be smelling bouquets of roses.
Slippery sidewalks will make old folks fall;
Traffic on freeways will slow to a crawl.
But there are some places winter won’t touch:
India, Panama, Guinea, and such.
To people who live there, southerly folk,
Winter’s privations are merely a joke.
It’s all in your viewpoint, how winter looks.
Remember: Broth spoils with too many cooks.
Poem © 2018 and photo © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
Great horned owl, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
Though summer is coming, it isn’t quite here;
Orion and Hercules burn bright and clear
In skies that are frigid and velvet and deep,
While work-weary humans drift off into sleep.
An owl in the desert stands guard near her nest—
To keep her foes wary, she puffs out her chest.
When summertime finally comes with fierce heat,
Both winter and spring will go down in defeat.
Poem and photo © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Summer”
Brilliant winter day, Anza-Borrego Desert State Park, Southern California
Indigo bush on a winter afternoon, Yuma County, Arizona
Palo verde tree, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
Abandoned railroad tracks, Ajo, Arizona