Mohave Valley Poem by Megan Lynn Schreiber

The desert is the valley of bones
Where the summer stands all alone
The summer in the desert is a friendless weather
For no other seasons come together
The desert is cursed with the heat of hell
It will never get the pleasure of Autumns smell
So hot, your tears will vanish before they can flow
The desert will never get to see the winter snow
The desert makes all living perish
It will never get to see spring flowers flourish
The summer kills everything it touches
Once the heat has the living in its clutches
The summer in the desert punished to roam alone
Its only company being the bones