Sometimes while we are riding, my mind wanders . . . here's a selection of the places it went today.Desert poetry
must be Haiku, don't you think?
Spare, elegant. Bright!
Cinder cones rise up,
little "ploops" from long ago
volcanic hiccups.
Cool, damp. Desert rain
has filled leaves with life today.
Blessings fall from sky.
Little rain falls but
life abounds here anyway.
It's not desert-ed!
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