.
houses lying low
the colour of clay
the colour of dirt
february blue sky
endless expanse
long traveling
chain
of cloud
silently moving
wind like ocean waves
makes it’s way
through
rounded rock
causing brush to dance
my hair to lift
across my
sun warmed
face
.
A LITTLE SOMETHIN' 
Love the last stanza – the wind like waves lifting your hair, rounded rocks. Very tender and also captures the arid heat environment.And that photo is stunning.
Beautiful poem:-)
Great imagery–I'm there with you.But my first thought as I was bringing up your post and seeing just a small part was "That is an ugly tree/plant/maybe lizard!" Then, I guess since I'd just come from Susan's blog, my next thought was, "Those look like chocolate chips imbedded in it!" :) I'm a bit loonier than usual tonight–parent/teacher conferences plus I'm on the committee that feeds my fellow teachers supper.
We're watching Giant right now in preparation for a trip to Marfa. This is the perfect mood poem. Thank you!
On a day when the temperatures in South Texas haven't gotten out of the 20's – this was like a balm to my soul :)
Beautiful words and photo. Nice job with the sepia, it really works well with you poem.
yep, i just came back from a few days in phoenix…it was actually turning cold the day we left.but, while we were there it was pretty nice.
you musta clicked your ruby shoes because that doesn't look or sound like western Oregon!blessings.
lovely…youset an incredible scene with your descriptors…
I want to feel the sun on my face…
Wonderful poem! That broken open part of the cactus is fascinating.