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Moonrise Over Sedona

a brilliant
setting sun
bathes earthy
stone mountains
in golden light as a
waxing white moon
rises into pale blue sky 

ice, water, and wind 
carve flat land into
free-standing pillars,
striated in hues of 
toasted malt,
blazing ember, 
and fire dust 

whittled away with 
the elements, 
loose sediment
fans down for
swarthy green shrubs
to creep up
steep slopes

To see the photo that inspired this poem, visit Cindy Crosby’s blog, Tuesdays in the Tallgrass. The photo was offered as a writing prompt in Cindy’s Foundations of Nature Writing course through The Morton Arboretum, which I highly recommend to everyone who would like to learn to write more descriptively in any genre.

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Desert Dialogues

Having made up my mind, I left the ocean and went to the desert.

At first, I perceived her as everything she was not. She was not the forest, not the plains, and not the coast. My peculiar reflex revealed itself as a form of bias, the origin of which I could not trace, and thus proved itself unnecessary.

“Say who I am.”

When I acquiesced to her subtle appeal, I could begin to appreciate the simplicity of her essence—a domain of sun and wind, light and heat, air and force, rock and sand.

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