Desert Light

Her name was Sedona
The first post master's wife
Hospitable and diligent
Industrious and giving
A good cook too
Submissive
A pioneer wife
They called her Dona
Tethered to her pioneer chores
Canning and sewing
Always ready to serve
Without hesitation
But rarely finding pleasure
An occasional religious singalong
A family outing or two
Repressed long before. 
The realization of her oppression
Came later in life
Though the lonliness ever present
She didn't dance
Or gamble
Or drink
For many years darkness
Descended from the red rocks
The vast canyon walls
And the cerulean skies
And the night  covered the rugged cliffs
When her jeweled daughter
Pearl
I shudder
Became tangled
In the reigns of her pony
Trampled to death
A once thriving community
Morbidly depressed
They call her Sedona.