Color Our lives are as descriptive as the colors of the earth, And filled with moments of conflicting contrasts of black and white, Visualize your canvas painted with the acrylics of your thoughts, Photos… Continue reading
God may have made the Grand Canyon, but he lives in Sedona
The autumn leaves of red and gold, With colors mixed and colors poured, Trees with leaves of a thousandfold, Are the portrait of the Eastern Sea Board.
We live in the dry dusty desert Where we’re always short on water And even when the stars fall upon us It couldn’t get any hotter.
Treasures of solitude and fortunes of calm, Are buried there for us to find, Amongst the fluttering leaves of the aspen grove. . .
I had watched a dozen comets … Slowly creep across the beach, As each one signed its sweeping flourish, In the guest book of the sea.