Layer upon layer
Burgundy, rosé and tawny
The low sun shapes sepias
Into amber and honey
Burgundy, rosé and tawny
The low sun shapes sepias
Into amber and honey
The scenes are rightful pretty
Can’t stop to take the pic
Shoot across the dashboard
Will have to do the trick
From there
Three hundred
And sixty degrees
Of Canyonlands
Like paper
Cutting flesh
I like the ocean best
A high overlook
With a hard onshore wind
Driving the breakers
Far onto shore
How does the physics do that?
Red tide of fire
Flash floods every morning
With the sun’s first rays