Poetry of David Oscarson

Desert Heat

It begins gradually at first light of dawn

The coolness of the night is vanishing

A red sun begins its arc across the sky

We stand there witnessing the event

At the zenith a radiating golden orb

The heat and glare are oppressive

We are wrapped without forgiveness

All our thoughts now turn to escape

The afternoon winds begin their wrath

We take refuge behind a nearby ridge

Awaiting the coolness of the evening

Knowing the cycle will begin again

Bittersweet Memories of Youth

The distant sound of a barking dog returns me to those halcyon
days of youth.

I remember the sweet fragrance of the breeze after a summer rain,
like the scent of her hair as we walked through fields of
wildflowers on warm summer afternoons.

Those weekends at the lake with moonlight reflected across
the placid water.

The tenderness of her touch and the softness of her lips
would not be forgotten.

We never gave serious thought to what might presage the
coming years, or how we promised to never lose touch.

Yet, as time passed all the experiences of youth have become
fleeting memories, surmounted by the responsibilities and
challenges that come with age.

I know there is no returning and that makes these memories
so bittersweet.

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