Spiky and sun-baked
The Joshua Trees stand guard
Like gnarled old men.
Trees like tall totems
Creating shadow puppets
In the morning light.
Golden sun rises
Toasting clouds like marshmallows
Floating in the sky.
Branches blinding bright
Clean contrast of dark and light
Lines black, canvas white.
Shadows tease the trees
Hiding, seeking all day through
'Til the sun heads home.
Sun shines on the stream
Rushing to meet the river
Off to see the sea.
Drop the GPS
Let your senses chart your course
Get lost, to be found.
Dark thoughts dissipate
Like clouds in a morning sky
Saluting the sun.
Swathed in moss and greens
Buddha watches over us
Bemused and serene.
Stone against the sky
Soothing balm of permanence
For a restless soul.
Soft-serve swirls glide
Suffused with faint hints of rose
Through the billowing clouds.
True silver lining
Every cloud may have one
If you look closely.