Desert Flowers

Desert flowers, pink carpet,

Paving a path through the Juniper trees.

White flowers, petitely beckoning,

Purple flowers insistent.

The blue skies above, 

Pure white clouds.

Grey-green trees,

And soft green sagebrush.

The soil velvet brown,

Or dusty grey,

And still there is no one,

My seat is mine alone.

Alone where no one comes,

A freedom few feel,

Along with the breeze and the heat,

Even the birds quiet.

A place outside time,

A hundred years past,

A hundred years future.

Unchanging beneath the sun.

And me in the middle,

Unnoticed, a part of the whole,

Alone, not the horde,

Who trample, cut, and burn.

And so, I hope, it will remain,

Day after day,

Just me and the path,

The timeless way.