Contrails etched in the newborn sky
burst into flames at dawn.
Diamond-studded acres of frozen snow
bristle at sun’s caress.
We descend the mountain road
into a bowl of milky fog,
creep forward through thick mist
then emerge beneath its weighty layer.
There lies Mono Lake, still and peaceful
as light breaks through in the East
illuminating her surface into
a pool of liquid silver.
A gilded strip on the horizon beckons.
We rise again through the miasma,
We arise to crisp blue that shimmers,
shivers, surrenders its secrets.
In the desert, Joshua trees, tipped
in gold leaf, bow at our passage.
Contrails etched in evening skies
burst into flames at sunset.
We’re arrived in the desert after a two-day drive. This stunning trip never ceases to amaze me but this winter topped them all. I wanted to pull over and take photos every few miles but because of the conditions, it took longer than usual. Wish I could find the words to describe the PEACE and beauty that this dip into nature brought to me…and Peace in the theme Mary has invited us to consider over at dVerse Poetics!