I dream a dream of desert songs and an enchanted sky
Where shooting stars cross planet's path and catch my searching eye.
The gentlest breeze carries the scent of sage and cactus flower.
Coyotes speak in dialects in the moon's rising hour. Enchantment blankets the mesa, and my heart, running fleet,
Slows to find the rhythm of the desert's living beat.
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Welcome to my love affair with the desert.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Upheaval
Everywhere you look, there are signs of the geological upheaval that created this land. From volcanoes to massive heights to canyons, there is a sense of ancientness, and of upheaval in the growth of the planet's landscape.
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