Whenever I travel, the richness of scenery invokes
the mind to create and the pen to stir.
Here is a new poem inspired by a visit to
the beauty of Sedona, Arizona:
(photograph by Pat Shelton)
Red Rocks
They sit,
terra cotta flasks
against the heated air
rising to spill
from jagged rim,
baked and bewildered
to the tourist eye
Sedona sings to us,
a throat of desert age
her lateral rocks
a headpiece, pueblo red
Saguaro soldiers march
towards the arid front
and from a distance
we witness a procession
against the beat,
slow and constant --
crown and thorn
copyright, 2001
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