Golden curtains shimmer down
to ground and grass
through high-arcing, brilliant double rainbows,
children of the rain
and setting sun

The air is tangible,
yellow, fragrant

Wind's luxurious fingers
stroke the trailing green tresses
of swaying desert willows
while orchestral cicadas
play their evening waltzes
on winged, electric instruments

And night draws down its starlit shades
on nature's forever unfinished symphony

October,2006

Rev. Rebecca Guile Hudson

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/autumn-in-new-mexico/