Welcome Illusions

Golden waves of straw
Once again hold sway,
Where prairie winds played
On emerald seas,
Coyote yearlings learned
Life is more than play,
And antelope raced clouds
Nose to the breeze.

Be silent telltale heart,
Speak not of woes,
Playa lake beds remain
Harbors for reverie,
Carefree wildflowers adorn
Dry arroyo flows,
And swallows on swift wings
Instigate gaiety.

Ere long
Shimmering illusions
Come to pass,
Wondrous alchemies
Of heat, light, and air,
They swallow
The endless horizons
Of flaxen grass,
They calm uneasy hearts
And allay despair.

© Ilija Lukić 2013