Raven’s Wing Poetry

Red rocks stand in regiment lines
Against God’s painted skies;
For desert beauty my mind’s eye pines,
For canyons wrinkled like the wise
And grand rouge stands in childhood eyes.
His paintbrush dances on rocky faces -
I yearn for those exquisite places.

Beholder’s eye seeks beauty ‘round
And I spy God’s creation grand -
Within me, wonder, and joy profound,
For He holds all in His Hands.
Spilt rainbows wash through Arizona land
From pale peach sand to green scrub trees -
Such beauty brings me to my knees.

Now, years are stamped upon my face;
In my hair, silver veins rise.
In memory solid, a photograph’s placed -
I don’t forget those clear blue skies
Nor the love of parents in childhood eyes.
Fond memory dances on sepia faces -
My mind journeys to exquisite places.

Written sometime in 2004
© 2004 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.