Joshua Trees
ancient spirits
spikey leaves
sharp enough
tough enough
to cut,
stark beauty.
Jack Rabbit scat
nestled bed
under the
wild junipers,
silver dry
thorn bushes,
the feel of sandy soil
under my feet—
yet the blue, dry sky
cool in spring.
Sweet breeze
swirls
upon
my
thank you
for this gift--
the solemn
quiet
just
is
as it
needs
to be –
the power to
wash
a static rippled
spirit
clear and calm
again.
Photo by Kindel Media from Pexels
3 comments:
I really like your poetry style.
You have captured the essence of the Joshua tree and our own spiritual growth. Julie
I forgot to mention how much I enjoyed the photo, posted with this poem of the Joshua tree, with the powerful image of the sunset in it's background combining spirit and nature as one. Julie
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