Upon amber hills her heart births the days
Thrusting heat into shadows cooled by night
Green brushes reach up welcoming her rays
Embracing the dawn, absorbing her light
She yearns for the high, burning mountain peaks
A golden disc lit, orange contrasts blues
Breathing through the sky, water; plant-life seeks
She chooses to rest; soft lavender hues
Life is brought forward, wrapped in desert arms
Leaving winter’s death in the harshest sands
Summer caresses with all of her charms
Touching all faces, with fire-kissed hands
Her soul is cyclic, burning in season.
The wild her babe, her every reason.
About the Creator
Charleen Richey
Freelance/ghostwriter. Began writing in the single digits and was blessed with a mom who obtained a degree and career in English. My family is my motivation and inspiration to follow my passion! I look forward to sharing my work with you!
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