Longing for an Arizona Winter

Heat bounces off

The tar of the street,

Creating the illusion

Of waving plants.

The cacti and flowers bloom

In such a perfect way.

The sun their drug,

They reach desperately skyward.

They seem to revel

In the burning

Of the spring sun.

How admirable.

How I would love

To go outside

Instead of looking through

A window pane,

But I must wait

For the Arizona Winter;

Branches will have no leaves,

Flowers will wither,

The world will die,

And only then

Will my presence

Not destroy the beauty.