Desert

There are millions of grains of sandburning red in the midday sun,tiny works of art, alightbefore the day has begun. Irritated beneath the aching feetof camels and nomads, gritconjures a pearl in its oyster eye,a mirage in the distance, where an antique rose withers againand again, forever thirsty for rain.  Kim M. Russell, 23rd October […]