wildflower desert.

how does a cactus flower grow
wings on a bird,
and seep warm color,
into the burning sand?

when the nectar foams
slowly off the hills,
the landscape becomes
a sweet marigold orange,
painted with flickers
of the tangent sun.

the golden dawn
mimics life in every form,
lavender lit cacti
upon pink flamed poison roses,
over grown
from the mouths
of a delicate beast,
cut with curious fruits.

where the wild berries drip,
hung from leaves
of prickly desert peaches,
fairy maidens collect
the falling saccharine,
all the bees
and little creatures
drink from life,
every bit
joy,
transcending,
moments
at a time.