Sunrise

.

I paint by numbers,

I write by keys,

I have no originality,

Blue sky, white clouds,

A red sun spills blood

Into a cold, cold sea.

.

©Denise G Allen, 10 October 2014 07:52

A Desert Landscape / Hope

A Desert Landscape / Hope

Heat shimmers above the orange sand –
The landscape sculpted by the Creator’s hand.
Wind-blown swirls of light and shade,
Wind-worn rocks of wondrous shape.

Hills and valleys, dry as dust,
A river course where water must
Have once given life to the arid earth
Before the years of drought brought death.

A lizard darts quick as a blink
Into the shade of a piece of stone.
Proof that there is some life after all
And the struggle for survival can be won.

Photo: Freenaturepictures.com
©DGA