Monsoonal Morning
© 7/2009 Susan Lowery

It’s a beautiful monsoonal morning,
With the right amount of wet in the air.
All around the desert birds are crooning,
Unearthing breakfast like hunters at a snare.

I heard the voices calling,
To wake up to the heat all around.
As the lightning lifted upward -

The heavy air dampened down.
It happens in an instant,
The thermals rise and fall -

- Wind direction changes,
Violently winter, spring, summer & fall….

It’s a land of stark survival,
Yet, where the rainbows thrive.

Just west of the Sangre de Christos,
Vibrational enchantment is alive.