A beautifully cool day in May
Which seldom happens in the desert
And then the almost unrecognizable
Sound of rain's answered prayer
Sweeping through the yard
The seasons themselves
Coming in out of order
A few days of fall
Followed by blazing summer
Spring lost in the shuffle
I sense the air around me
Filling with bright angels
And witches on long brooms
Come to clear a new path
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