Among hills Apache red Where damas and vaqueros Built up a homestead Past the mercados And hills with a vague past Running aside the mission…
Leave a CommentAmong hills Apache red Where damas and vaqueros Built up a homestead Past the mercados And hills with a vague past Running aside the mission…
Leave a CommentOn Havana’s white shore – With each salt-infused whirl That agitates its border – Every sand is a potential pearl.
Leave a CommentThe Moon became quietly jealous One night when I surveyed Venus. The usual glory reserved for her Went to the dancer with Perseus. At first,…
Leave a CommentStar of wonder, star of power Bluest of steel blue It shines at the midnight hour. More wondrous than Regulus Its eight points burst forth…
Leave a CommentOur Sun imprints heavy July Upon a crimson sunset. The first star I see in the west Brings with it a cobalt sigh …
Leave a CommentWith a spurn of yellow and a shout A lone Mexican poppy Aside the mountain path Caught my meandering eye. How diminutive was its stem…
Leave a CommentFlowers in the desert Vibrantly grow forth In yellows and purples Despite the salty Earth And when I think about How birds can fly at…
Leave a CommentComing from within a rising hedge Of voluptuous white oleander – I sensed a turmoil; one writhe Seduced better than before And within the naked…
Leave a CommentBy a gently flowing creek – I saw a swallowtail flutter About my head, as though meek – And land softer than a feather. He…
Leave a CommentGentle Earth, I beg of you – Whisper to us the first sign of spring. Annul this wintry despair And a season of life anew,…
Leave a CommentOh, star – brightest star – That’s first in the sky – I don’t need advice; I just need an ear. Nobody else must know…
Leave a CommentRabat is a black pearl Of cellophanic rainbow Gazing upon waves that curl And lick a shore little known. Gibraltar is the dock Where it…
Leave a CommentBless each palo verde bloom – Those cuplets kissed by the sun My vision wants to consume That thus have raptured my love. See how…
Leave a CommentPink is the morning sun ablaze. Gray is the balmy air. Purple is the city’s haze. Brown is the wren’s bleary stare. White is the…
Leave a CommentSpring days like these Were made for katie ruellia – Who is royalty among flowers – Robed delicately in purple. There – she arrived for…
Leave a CommentCome and find me in this garden; I know not where the hours go. Palm fronds brush against my cheek – Lone toadstool, blush of…
Leave a CommentI’m envious of the clouds That float happily in the sun – Changing into colorful shrouds – Lumping from many into one. Their most compatible…
Leave a CommentThe Sahara is another vast sea Of zero-edge horizons And remote hours of austerity For “sailors” upon caravans And the Sun beams mercilessly And seems…
Leave a CommentWhat a curtain Bisbee has That keeps Mexico subdued And influences the lands From which the Sierra was hewn. What purple folds keep Oaxaca As…
Leave a CommentLike a sparkling Roman candle Parry’s penstemon dots the canyon. Oh, what deep purple bells! – That decorate the trail along Where pebblestones were swept…
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