Today, thin clouds gather
over the desert.
Rosy hues grip
their undersides.
A small breeze
pushes the sage brush.
Sand rattles
over the road.
Now I want
to be that stone
at the creek edge
worn smooth by water
and finally
growing moss.
Do you know the adage, A rolling stone gathers no moss? This poem plays on that theme. Can you see the pictures? In writing today's poem try developing a picture in your writing. Describe the setting. Remember to use all of your five senses. Have fun and I hope you'll share your poem with me.
