Night in the Desert
G. Ross
Endless reaches of grey sand,
Waves of the sea
Save that these waves are motionless.
Far off, the solemn mountains
Towering to the sky.
A flood of light upon the Lonely piaces.
Silver light, and chill.
Silence, and a cold wind
From out the andiess Spaces
The dull grey sanas of deserted pinces.
A lone coyote wailing to the silver moon!