Moab Spring
When desert rains bring life again,
and southern winds, warmth ushered in.
Awakes the arid desert winter’s sleep
and waterfalls flow fast and deep
Clear pools form in hallowed rocks,
Spring rushes in the red tailed hawk.
Desert Paintbrush blossoms red
while Claret Cup opens her prickly head.
Bright greens and yellows brighten canyon floors,
Mother earth renews her ancient shores,
The sands and rocks of nature’s past
awash with life so broad and vast.
Warbler’s, sparrows and Canyon Wren
sing sweetly as spring comes again.
Their songs echo off steep, jagged walls
dancing where the snowmelt falls.
The mountains, purple majesty
guards venerable hoodoos valiantly.
Sandstone cliffs rise high and tall,
the mighty Colorado flows, giving life to all.
Arches stand with delicate grace,
red rock canyons, nature’s perfect hiding place.
Sunshine stretches her pleasant fingers
warming rocks, where creatures linger.
Before the scorching heat of summer,
spring springs forth with glorious wonder.
The desert’s pulse beats with the new dawn
the bitter breath of winter’s clutch has gone.
Where warm winds may find you, there is relief.
Though spring lasts but shortly, gone like a thief.
Moab Spring
By: Rachael Hodson
When desert rains bring life again,
and southern winds, warmth ushered in.
Awakes the arid desert winter’s sleep
and waterfalls flow fast and deep
Clear pools form in hallowed rocks,
Spring rushes in the red tailed hawk.
Desert Paintbrush blossoms red
while Claret Cup opens her prickly head.
Bright greens and yellows brighten canyon floors,
Mother earth renews her ancient shores,
The sands and rocks of nature’s past
awash with life so broad and vast.
Warbler’s, sparrows and Canyon Wren
sing sweetly as spring comes again.
Their songs echo off steep, jagged walls
dancing where the snowmelt falls.
The mountains, purple majesty
guards venerable hoodoos valiantly.
Sandstone cliffs rise high and tall,
the mighty Colorado flows, giving life to all.
Arches stand with delicate grace,
red rock canyons, nature’s perfect hiding place.
Sunshine stretches her pleasant fingers
warming rocks, where creatures linger.
Before the scorching heat of summer,
spring springs forth with glorious wonder.
The desert’s pulse beats with the new dawn
the bitter breath of winter’s clutch has gone.
Where warm winds may find you, there is relief.
Though spring lasts but shortly, gone like a thief.
