The hills after rain have greened
from the wild cotton scattered
across them to the ocotillo reaching
from buckled slopes toward
the light drenched clouds
above the Santa Ritas. Tsp, chip,
wichety, and a rattle
in the cottonwoods. Whit
whitwhitwhit and water
chattering in the creek beneath
softly hissing leaves; k-k-k-k and a Caw
where riparian light and thunder
intersect. At a warm day’s end
shadows circle down
from a clear sky to rest on trees
whose roots draw time from beneath them
while kingbirds high and bright
by setting sun loop into the insect air.
By David Chorlton
The poem is about the Patagonia region of Arizona, in North America. Photo by the author.
David Chorlton is a transplanted European, who has lived in Phoenix since 1978. His poems have appeared in many publications on- and off-line, and reflect his affection for the natural world, as well as occasional bewilderment at aspects of human behavior. His most recent book, A Field Guide to Fire, was his contribution to the Fires of Change exhibition shown in Flagstaff and Tucson in Arizona. Click HERE to visit his web site.