A tribute to Georgia O'Keefe.
Corrugated hills
turn into serrated mountains
The pale ribbon of road
climbs in the moonlight
until it's a skyway in the clouds.
Tomorrow, beneath a searing sun
I'll paint my happiness on canvas.
I now understand the light play
that tempted Georgia to leave
a sheltered life for this
ancient pile of sun bleached bones
touched by lavender and silver
as the day draws to a silent close.