Dusty
Spanning miles
Along the shore
Each dusty dune
Leads on to more
Shifting sands
Blown here and there
Footprints erased
None left to care
Each peak climbed
Looks just the same
This endless sand
Will not be tamed
Stay aware
Don’t walk alone
Or you may never
Return home
That’s hysterical. I am just cleaning under my bed, ready to dismantle it, and as I went to look at my phone, I thought, gosh that’s dusty… and saw your poem at the same time 😂
This is gorgeous, Trudi! Both the words and photo - I have always been drawn to desert landscapes but have never been in one. xo