Desert Earth and Sky

 

Where desert Earth and Sky meet

multi-hued hills caress the air

ringed layers of terra firma history

rise out of the desert floor,

there's only silence

  except for the wind or raven's call.

Where desert Earth and Sky meet

Native Americans tread lightly

in reverence for ancestors

their spirits linger among the hills

and climb them to touch the sky

arms raised in prayer.

Where desert Earth and Sky meet

I felt my soul stir

its beauty clutching at my heart

its wildness yet untamed

its essence uncaptured

even in photographs.

Where desert Earth and Sky meet~

I visit there often

in my dreams.

Rose S. Williams

©Southernstoryteller~2009

This poem was inspired by this photo and the memory of this beautiful place in the Painted Desert in Arizona. I felt the spirits of those who lived there before us...their voices were in the wind.

We Remember ~ A poem in honor of those lost on 9/11/01~

The photos below were taken on Sept 2009 from a memorial set up on the UF Plaza of the Americans. There is a flag in memory of every life lost on that fateful day.

We Remember We remember. We woke to a normal day. Coffee brewing, morning rituals, all the constant and familiar things that mark the beginning of another day. Who knew that day would be different? Until-- We saw the news. Images forever frozen in our minds, as our world crashed down around us. Images of people dying before our eyes we were immoblized, helpless, even the heroes who stormed to the battle were turned back or devoured by the dragon. We stared in disbelief, at what the day had wrought. We wept, we watched, we prayed. We remember. Never-- would things be the same, for any of us. So many lives forever changed, on the day the sky showered steel and concrete, the day, for a few moments, that the world stood still Life, as we had known it, was rendered extinct. We remember. We remember still, we weep, we pray. We grieve for what was lost- The lives, the dreams, the innocence. We commemorate the date, forever etched in the annals of time. That fateful day Forever marking a time when all the world turned its eyes our way, and as time passes, the sorrow fades a bit until another September creeps in and once again, we remember. We will always, always remember. Rose S. Williams~Southernstoryteller ©September 2007