In the desert in December
We trade a heaven for our hell
Cold nights blossom into blue
Warm sunny days with dinner
On the patio and rambling walks
Into the open spaces of the mind
A pause settles over the plants
Too cold to grow too warm to die
Whatever will arrive tomorrow
It won't be snow or even rain
Our palm trees flickering are dressed
With a kind of expectant glory
Forgotten carols of the light
And we know that we are blessed
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