Complex and Plain

You would like to ask the day
To stash you more scent events
As you crack the door for air

And a breeze, almost apples,
Slips in like a luxury,
Which it is, as you doze off

Once more in the glorious
High-canyon afternoon sun.
Apples. A watery smell

From heavy rains overnight,
Little richer in the world
Than desert dirt after rain,

The intricacies of soil,
Creating complex and plain.