In burning shades of red,
by M. Richard Smith
The sun will shed its light,
And fade through whispering clouds.
As night whisks in, so proud,
To melt away the day as planned.
And screaming ravens soar
In hovered flight,
Seeking cover from the night,
Across the brilliant painted sky
So high above the cooling desert sand.
While soon, so full, the summer moon
will cast a lighted hue
With hinted tints of almost blue,
Across the open vastness of this
Thirsty, barren land.