Sonoran Sunrise Over The Rincon Mountains — Image by kenne
Sonoran Sunrise
The mountains drink fire.
Saguaro stand tall
blessing the dawn.
Ocotillo bleeds light,
fingers trembling
in the pale wind.
The sun—
golden blades—
cut the sky
wide open.
Silence spills
into flame.
And the desert,
old, dreaming,
remembers its heart—
burning,
always burning.
very pretty simplistic touches
Thanks for the comment.
“The mountains drink fire… golden blades cut the sky.”
Both such gorgeous descriptions. You captured this image so perfectly, it’s like I was there too.
Thank you for your comment — so nice.
You’re welcome ☺️
Gorgeous!
Thank you.