Desert Dancers

                                       Sunrise undressed the chilly air,
                                       And stripped away its evening gown
                                       Hanging it from the rising moon,
                                       Then reached with its golden fingers,
                                       And slipped warmth over the bare land.

                                       But with the touch that was too much
                                       The land warmed to accommodate
                                       The lingering and the tickling
                                       Showered upon it from above
                                       And radiated back with love.

                                       The tendrils of heat took and gave
                                       Spinning the air like golden hair
                                       And with a twirl the wind arrived
                                       Scooping the land into its arms
                                       And off they danced across the floor.

                                       In the stirring, the light went low
                                       As the dancers reached for the sky.
                                       The golden fingers reached in haste
                                       But the land had a new mate,
                                       And the fingers began to fade.

                                       With a cloud covering the land
                                       The dance slowly lost the-entice,
                                       And the cooled couple settled down.
                                       Shortly after the sun returned
                                       Diminished by the windy day.