Out my window is a sea of meadow land, in verde and yellow gold. It seems soft unto the eye, but to the touch, it is painful. With care, it can be held...only with care. It is a green carpet of new life, in a desert...spare and lean. Its fruits are many; hidden wonders myriad...of every color known, though bowed down...close unto the earth, as if trimmed...by that great gardener, himself. I thank God, for this view. I thank Earth, for this nest...to watch the world roll by, from.
Written by Bruce James Clyde 2016, at Deming, New Mexico
Art: Rio Grande River, by Britt Runyon
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