Sun down in Death Valley
Sun down in Death Valley
The memory of white branded heat
Falls away so fast
Dissolving in flashes of sagebrush shadows
The long flat bands of sand
Submerged in desert darkness, the sky
A wall of impassive indigo
The moon a ghost, ancient
When the sun was young
To walk this vast
Wind pricked emptiness
Is to feel the grim beauty of nature
As our dust parched pioneers did
As windows of timeless reverence
Here is abandonded the
Plushy comforts of convenience
Here, the night gives you nothing
But silence and stars
Copyright © Michelle Faulkner | Year Posted 2025
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