Dirt erupts into verdure...
Wrinkled scars fill with water...
Orange rivers
dive off the cliffs
relentless like no tide.
A marriage
of purple
and green, 
The yielding
of caverns
to foam
As salts
merge
in fluids
Of gorges,
dormant,
engorged,
A raging
zygote
swirl
Like javelinas
charging
these hollows
that yesterday
had cliffsides
of sand.
In the drizzle of sacred procreation... 
The desert royalty...
Majestic and solitary...
Welcomes attendants of green.
The water
is their strength,
They hold it
like a promise
In the dance
of sun and dust.
Banks of mist roam the ancient faces...
The mountains are ghosts behind gray...
The crags
thicken,
Rocks lose some
scales
As red mud
like molten
Trails
licks glistening
Hillsides wearing kelly green fur.
Anvils of black
float overhead,
And clearings
of turquoise.
You can
see
The rain
streaming
On rough
hanging
Canyons
from the clouds.
Towering rocks like pipe organs swelling with chords...
Of harmonious rivers seething...
Cactus fountains,
cactus streams
That summers
are silent and dry
Silt trails
defining
The lines
of the fragile
wild.
Now the spikes
Flash
in lightning,
Glow
in rainbows,
Deepen
into burgundy
As sunlight's razor
whitens
Once-liquid
spires
Of vistas
in distant
relief.
Reeds tremble
fiercely
on ledges
of water
free falling.
