Phoenix

When the indigo blanket of night
unfolds so softly and deep
over low silky clouds of lavender
apricot and the palest green
faint twinklings of starlight signal
new horizons of hope
I rise and grip my compass

Across this darkening desert
waves of hot sand swirl me
high above those statued saguaro
guardians of that wasteland
Cool breezes now whispering stories
laughter and music and dancing
I hear the ever green beckon

Near a cold glassy lake in a forest
where grasses are dewy and sweet
friends and companions are waiting
eager to share in our crossings
Sparkling eyes around the campfire
anchored beneath a wheeling sky
I sleep by this fire again

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9 thoughts on “Phoenix

  1. “high above those statued saguaro guardians of that wasteland Cool breezes now whispering stories laughter and music and dancing I hear the ever green beckon”

    Profound symbolism, Mary Jo. You speak of a hero’s journey and I hear the call in the “laughter and music and dancing.” The compass and the need to explore and respond resonates in your words. Brilliant!!

    • I really appreciate your thoughtful comments, Rebecca! The cycle of the phoenix was also suggested by a three month visit to the area. I really missed the cooler, green Midwest. Hugs 🙂

  2. Reading your Phoenix was like walking in the footsteps of someone I’ve known all my life, but never met, until now. A beautiful experience discovering Mary Jo Malo, both the name and the poetry!

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