Eschewing a plane,
I walk towards solitude
ten minutes from home.
Desert wilderness,
stippled in olive and beige,
lures soles to pavement.
Posted for the Daily Prompt: Aimless
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Tempest clouds the sky
and drowns the valley in floods,
then sun shines brightly.
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Crisp skies without clouds.
Nose smarts inhaling cold winds.
Desert winter hike.
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Once, I thought the desert barren,
a lifeless, stagnant place
of no particular beauty or worth,
but as the years roll by,
and I, too, approach a desert
solely mine,
I find, to my delight, an oasis
of bittersweet contradictions:
life in constant motion,
whose sandy floor bears footprints
just as easily erased
as they were stamped on my soul
by eager visitors.
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Like a magician
in mercurial splendor,
the desert’s mood swings
and we shelter or parade,
completely at its mercy.
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I love deserts. The sand dunes and cactus. Searing heat and the maybe mirages. I dare not visit in the summer, when boiling is balmy, but reserve my sojourns in the winter where the bitter cold is blunted by a brisk climb. Oh, the reward of such a hike upon sitting atop an outcrop! A hundred square miles of Martian terrain revealed while gobbling a chocolate chip cookie. My visits are short, unfortunately. But just enough. A little getaway to another world far removed.
Posted for the A-Z Challenge: E and NaPoWriMo and inspired by a visit to Death Valley National Park (the picture is of The Devil’s Golf Course).
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She nosed the car north,
stealing glances in the rearview.
Joshua trees and cactus.
Dunes and dust.
Sun sun sun.
A thousand miles clocked,
changing ‘scapes flashing past.
Concrete and grass.
Evergreens and moss.
Rain rain rain.
Response to Daily Prompt: Walking on the Moon
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When the Door Closes 