Great dead lake dying
Beneath a punishing sun
No relief in sight
Sunlight skitters
Off the rippled lake
As a flat stone thrown
From a practiced hand
Barely a trickle
Below, broken evidence
Here sometimes a fall
Hard rock cradle of the canyon
Fluffy down comforter in the sky
Below, a river flows
Brings all I see and need to life
I remind myself
Even the gentlest creeks
Carve canyons from bedrock
With the aid of time and tenacity
I love a landscape best
Which is not so self-conscious
As to fear the domination
Of a cloud-illumined sky
The rippled land
In golden light
Where shadows fall
Before the night
Such lush relief
Did storms reveal
Time’s watercourse
Shapes Earth’s appeal
Some places draw me in
With the embrace of an old friend
Not seen in far too long
Imaginary
Lines crossed in the car’s back seat
Dad arm from the front
The world transforms
With just half a turn
Twice sun kisses
Sky and stone
In the dusk
With gentle love
Comes the dawn
With passion’s lust