i long along

parched desert wildflowers

rustled by a dry breeze

crackled like tumbleweed

in autumn's backyard

now buried by snowdrift

withered under weather

i long for their vibrant color

their skeletal delicacy

i long along

for winter's end

i will welcome the weeds

as much as the others

my longing for autumn

she is long gone

i long along

long along

spring will come

she will come

-Cameron: Santa Fe, NM