Purple Sage Poems - Poems about Purple Sage

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...Ink roached infestation didst derive within mice elf Thus writer of these words forever mus lee experiencing craving to eat cheese, a milk product eternally preserved within annals, chroni......Read the rest...

...One Blackberry winter in the cliffs of Ireland An early woodpecker passed by And a red robin flying so high Colored like chrysalis in an orange land A white clown I am, peace and wind I see,......Read the rest...

...he Riders of the Purple Sage They’re running through the canyons out across the western plains They’re running un......Read the rest...

...My world is sleeping and fragrant with its musty green scent on a cool and quiet morning I run, therefore, I am. I’m followed by a moon shadow until the morning light. The dark to dawn embrac......Read the rest...

...My aorta beats in golden poppies, pulsing down slopes to pool in a bruise of purple sage. Though my eyes gleam with lemon marigolds snow caps of porcelain lupine melt on my lashes, undulating ......Read the rest...

...A horseman pauses on the mesa’s rim Like a shadow against the crimson skies. Across a gloaming valley, he espies A lone light where the purple sage grows dim. The land is lovely, obscure, and s......Read the rest...

...The two-lane road stretches through a shimmering glaze to the horizon, passing smokestacks of mesas spewing clay and maize in vaporous mass. I hear the sibylline whisper of rain through emer......Read the rest...

...My Blood Bleeds Sand My blood bleeds sand, That golden sugar that spreads Across the wandering West Where purple sage dots, and There a tarantula spreads atop A random hill. Where bl......Read the rest...

...purple sage blown by eighteen wheeler's wake... will it rise again? ......Read the rest...

...On The Range You are an old cowboy now. Your bronco riding and rodeo days are over. You now mostly drive a pick up truck or ATV instead of a riding a horse. You drink you whiskey straight, and your......Read the rest...

...A canyon junction west of Soledad and south of Mint (named for purple sage) – this scoured maze of Canyon Country where I rode bareback down arroyos, leaving hoofprints in sand. Today, I’ll......Read the rest...

...Get up bring your book and blanket Through the hall way cross And through the kitchenette Over dark veranda down the garden stairs Enter the shelter and cuddle up wet Feet in the bathtub ready......Read the rest...