The desert flower blooms in the hot lazy sun
Anticipating Mother Nature to send someone
To photograph the beauty of it all
To take in all the colors of the fall
The warm wind sways her gently to and fro
Dancing mystically, putting on a show
Dispensing aromas you can almost see
Soothing the eyes so magically
Between the fire and the sand
It fits in style to the lay of the land
Its’ thirsty thorns reach out to a mirage
Luring those brave enough to make a charge
To not have seen it would be a sin
It arouses senses that only come from within
It yearns for a loving touch of the human hand
It aches for you to understand
It stands guard as it is its duty
To pronounce itself a desert beauty
-ALFRED RAMOS

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BONITA SUR resides in Tucson, AZ where she creates functional pottery and ceramic works.