Spring gives an Evening Party

When Paloverde trims her golden gown, And Deerhorn dons her filaments of white; When tall Saguaro fits his fragrant crown In preparation for the party night; When bats across the ruby sunset dance, When Ocotillo lights his candle’s flame, When verdure carpets Desert’s wide expanse, Then Spring is in the Southwest once again.

The linnets in their scarlet vests and caps Are first to answer Spring’s insistent call, While white-crowned sparrows scan their travel maps, Discussing details of the coming ball. Then thrashers practice every morn and eve The songs they’ll sing upon that night of nights, While phainopeplas, in their haste to leave, Dash back and forth in short, impatient flights.

The desert halls glow bright as time draws near. Each cactus wears her frilled and perfumed dress. Ground squirrels, for this joyous time of year, Sport their best furs. The rabbits do no less. From far and near the desert folk have come To wait their hostess, Spring, who, very soon, Will lift stars o’er the skyline, one by one, And then turn on the glorious, golden moon.