Gold dust sand
Cashmere plants
Rocks of iron rust
Southwest lands
From ancient man
To royal Spanish lust
Cliffs and domes
And fiery stones
Throughout the reservation
Wild tea grows
In Navajo
To paint the population
Prickly pears
On cactus hairs
Sweet amber, red and rose
The canyon’s bare
Beneath the glare
Of hues that juxtapose
Bronze like film
The nectar spills
Into the quiet land
Flat-topped hills
Wind power mills
The age of modern man
Boulders cream
Spice and caffeine
Tones that never fade
Desert streams
In rainfall dreams
Of blue and green cascades
Sunset beams
Like tangerine
The lonely interstate
Flow with speed
Just like the breeze
Into the golden state
Joshua trees
With pale green leaves
Majestically grotesque
They welcome me
And now I breathe
The colors of the west
About the Creator
Ingrid Hoyos
Former journalist. Freelance writer. Perpetually curious. Painfully creative. Poetry is my outlet.
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