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.