Friday, September 24, 2010


(a poem by Nellie)

A dust plume rises behind a car
as it speeds across the desert.
Telephone poles shadow a rail line
extending beyond the hazy brown horizon.

Far beyond, golden mountains 
reflect the rising sun
with deep shadows,
and sharp ridges marked by roads
leading to nowhere

I watch, aware of the wonder
through the window 
Of my car speeding across the plane, 
where little grows that I recognize.
sage, blue, blooming yellow
pushing up through white earth
baked dry.

1 comment:

Naturedigital said...

Beautiful but unfriendly landscape.
Great photographs.