 It’s Poetry Friday!
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Today is National Day on Writing!
I was delighted to see my desert home highlighted for one of the writing prompts.
Here’s a peek at a 2-minute video of some of the beauty that inspires me!
I returned from the mountains yesterday. My first outing this morning was to get my pup outside before 7am (we have about four more 100-degree days before SUMMER ENDS here). Since I have not written about the desert –yet, I pulled a haiku from my desert archives for today:
cascading spires
hillside march of saguaros
desert convention
poem and photo ©2023 Patricia J. Franz
You can find my posts for Write Out Week Two below:
Day 7: “On Dollar Hill”
Day 8: “coyote morning”
Day 9: “boundaries”
Patricia Franz writes picture books and poetry. She believes children, dogs, and sourdough have a lot to teach us about life, joy, and wonder. She has raised two boys, four dogs, and holds a master’s degree in Theology with a focus on children’s spirituality. Patricia, her husband, her Bernese Mountain dog, Bonny, and her sourdough starter split their time between the Arizona desert and the Sierra Nevada mountains. 
Patricia, I love your poem and photo! Wow, every word is perfect. I especially love your personification in hillside march of saguaros. Thank you for sharing your poem, photo, the video, and your inspiration. I always learn so much from your poetry. Have fun with your puppy and I hope you’re in air conditioning when it jumps up to 100 degrees. I am looking forward to reading your other poems on at a later day!
PS I love your title “coyote morning”; it’s been a few years since I’ve heard their yips and howls, which I love to hear. A friend’s dog used to howl back to the coyotes. I wonder if your puppy howls back to them. 🙂
Oh how I miss saguaros. Your poem is prickly perfection. Saguaros were one of my most favorite parts of living in Tucson. The heat, on the other hand, I do not miss.
Of all my imaginings every time I view the hills of saguaros on visits to Phoenix, I never thought about a “convention”—I love it, as well as the movement in “cascading spires” and the “march of saguaros”!
Patricia, you brought back a vision of the desert and saguaros that I saw for the first time when I went to Arizona for a convention. Loved your use of the word convention in your poem. I read sound and am ready to breathe in autumn. Have a happy weekend exploring.
I am saying “ditto” for the word “convention”, Patricia! Love the picture on a hillside. I remember hiking the mountains in Arizona with students & us saying it’s like a forest but there will be no leaf drop later. . . They are majestic to see. Thanks for sharing this.
Lovely video and landscape. So different from what I am used to! It has been raining all day here, so the bright sunshine and cactus-covered hillside is a welcome sight!
Patricia, welcome back to the southwest! I hope you have a relaxing and beautiful winter. That “desert convention” makes me look at saguaros differently! 🙂
You captured the scene perfectly! (I just wish I could have a breath of that dry, dusty, sage-scented air!!!)
This is gorgeous! Can’t wait to read more of your desert poems.
Patricia: I was in AZ when I witnessed the fall of a huge saguaro in a canyon. It echoed all through the canyon, shook the bushes at its base, making a strong impression on me. You’ve reminded me to write about it! Thanks.
Oh, that’s so clever, Patricia!
Love “desert convention.” Glad you made it safely back to Phoenix.
What a great photo and poem pairing, Patricia!
“cascading saguaros” a lovely image. Your poem and photo complement each other!