Moment of Saturation

There comes a moment
when the air is still,
The wonderful smell of sage,
The softness of shadows.
The ambient light reflected
from the billowing caps
of the Clouds.
Iridescent yellows,
cool reds, warm blues,
deckle the desert
in soft repose.

by David Rothermel on Saturday, June 23, 2007

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