THE DESERT CALLS HER SONG by Zoe Quiney

Before I arrived in California, I had a vivid dream...

In my dream a mountain appeared to me, glowing and magnificent in her peaceful splendour. Fast forward one month into my trip and by chance I was invited up to the high desert of Northern California to stay for a while, and I found myself in the wilderness watched over by Mount Shasta herself. A beautiful synchronicity. A dream~ call answered. This poem is a reflection of my experience here in the sacred lands of California; the garden of Mount Shasta.

Photo of the Shasta desert by the author

The Deset Calls her Song
by Zoe Quiney

The desert calls her song

and I listen

with my heart to the wind

facing west towards the edge

of the world.

Sage brush glows

as if on fire and behind that the

colonies of old pine watch

the sky lean across

to kiss the land and

Juniper trees mark the horizon

like holy men, with faces

pressed towards heaven

in eternal reverence.

So I sit down

on the red ground,

dig my hands into the dust

and sigh with thanks

and if you listen carefully

you can hear the whispers

of the Ancestors who prayed

to the same sky an

sighed too,

bowed,

under the white robed splendour

of Mount Shasta

as she patiently tends

the earth and

mends my heart.

I watch, in awe,

as amber light spills from

a sinking sun

that lingers long after she sleeps

and seeps

into my bones

as the desert speaks

of Ancient things

with a peace

that brings me to my knees.

And,

as the still mountains watch

and the coyote calls,

we fall silently into the arms

of the land

who remembers us

when we have forgotten.

Zoe Quiney: “I'm a part time writer and full time dreamer with a penchant for anything or anyone weird, amusing, interesting and beautiful. I believe in creating your own heaven on earth and I find inspiration in people and places that calm my soul. I want to leave something meaningful behind in this lifetime, even if it's just a nice poem. You may connect with me on Facebook here. Or find me on my blog or tumbler here.”

~If you are interested in seeing your poetry appear in this blog, or submitting a poem by a woman that has inspired you, please click here for submission guidelines. I greatly look forward to hearing from you!~

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