Driving the long, black ribbon highway,
nothing to see, sand and sagebrush.
The wind whips sandy eddies,
at the side of the road
grow yellow mustard,
Here two weeks
I drove across the desert to Los Angeles yesterday, so I saw lots of desert. Its quiet beauty quickly changes. We are rushing all too fast toward summer. I wonder how many days we have left before we have temperatures over 100. My drive inspired this nonet. Can you try writing your own nonet today?.
This poem is part of Poetry Friday, hosted today by Greg at GottaBook