Sahara

A free verse poem

Calloused feet
leave five-toe prints
in still, soft sands,
still hot, still waiting
for night's cool reprieve;.
A long, thin shadow
trudges across an ethereal expanse,
a fragile frame fading
into a blood red sun
as it slips silently
over the darkening dunes.
And the desert�" the desert
breathes out a tired sigh,
and footprints melt into the winds,
swirling off into the twilight sky.

Author's Note

Are there any words or aspects of the poem that don't really fit with the calmness of the overall tone?