Desert Sunrise
Nicole JoAnne Littleton
[the_Poetess_of_fire25@yahoo.com]
The wind whipping in my face as I fly
Over majestic chestnut colored mountains
The beauty cannot be justly described
The rising sun begins to peek over the summit
Colours of orange, red, lilac, and pink
Serve as a backdrop for the ebony mountains ahead
I am soaring over untouched lands
Shrubs greener than the greenest grass
Sand the colours of peach and brown form a strangely graceful mixture I
will continue to soar till the desert turns cold I will fly till the earth is old
Poem © 2000 Nicole JoAnne Littleton, all rights reserved
appears here by permission
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This poem was composed on a recent trip to New Mexico by car. I
watched the sunrise in the Arizona desert and I had to capture the beauty.
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