Santa Ana's Dawn
Cool and still, the blue of heaven lows it’s body to rest upon the hills,
painted with it a spectrum of hued distances.
Quiet and still, a morning breeze gently flows across the desert sands,
picking up perfumes in the holy solitude of sage creosote and saltbush.
Freight trains full of cargo ready to supply a continents demands snake serenely through the winding rock-cliff canyons and glide unstoppable on their cold steel footing.
(2015)
Undeniably splendid romance of nature.
