Empty fields give solace to a
house of old and its strained trees,
Its eyes cracking and teeth rusting,
Debris from rubble
and ashes from cinders...
(Green Future) Grim Present
It takes strength to stand against the times.
And ignorance too...
The invigorating yellow of
cacti in bloom,
A lethal beauty
drawn with deadly spines,
It's treachery a manifesto of
nature's ruthless power...
Chasing the horizon past arrays of mesquite,
While rusty rails fail to bounce the invasion of cacti,
And shadows streak up towards an endless sky...
Melancholy of the First Degree
Before the clouds give way to a catharsis of blinding sunshine,
The basal greens stare down into shallow depths,
Finding melancholy of the first degree...