Salt Grass

saltgrassFrom dust, sand and red desert clay

She stands in glorious grace shouting

Light, I am light

Last seasons life is spent but even in death exuberant curls grace cactus, sage and earth with their glow

New shoots needle their way towards sun to start again

Renewed in being


She stands listening to bird song

Sways and whispers in dry wind

Drinks rain

Basks in sun saying,

I am enough

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