Dust Devil

Is it Really Spring?

Is it Really Spring?

Is it true?

Is it really spring?

In the desert

The creosote is blooming.

Against a carpet of gold and white,

Colors delicate, colors fresh,

Its green advertises life

and a new beginning.

The phaino is confused

Wondering if it should head north,

The ironwood's gloomy green brightens

And the errant saguaro wears a crown of white

While icicles chills the north

And ice storms rage across the east.

So, is it true?

Is it really spring?

—Harriet Scarborough

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