Monsoon Summer
Here in the high desert they say the sky is our ocean. So true this monsoon summer.
The clouds surged and rolled all day spilling cool afternoon rains, transforming the arroyos into rushing streams, turning the dry hills green and carpeting the town in yellow flowers.
It's coming to an end. The rains are few now, the flash flood warnings over. The golden crownbeards and sunflowers are withering as the chamisa colors the fields an aggressive gold.
In our yard the poplars have begun to shed their leaves. Soon the aspens on the mountain will be as bright as the flowers of summer.
The clouds come and go drifting into the new season.