Desert Sunset
Dust clouds rise And dissipate Rock formations Contemplate An intense heat That radiates Across this Barren landscape Centuries Converge and rise Rugged hilltops Colonise As lonely palm trees Scratch the skies Across this Barren landscape Winds whip up A choking haze Upon the evening star We gaze As sun descends And ends this day Across this Barren landscape
Beautiful, Trudi. Your poem really radiates the heat of the desert and taps into deep history.
Trudi,
Your poems have a backbone. You operate a mover company, as I feel to have logistically moved me to that Barren land. I feel the sand stuck in my eyes. It doesn't disturb me. It reminds me of Death Valley and Zabriskie Point visited 46 years ago, when my children were teenagers. Now they prepare for retirement...
You brought me back the crazy seventies, so beautifully presented by the film Zabriskie Point. I was young...
Thank you🙏