mother of pearl harbor
you dock your mountains high
a lavender horizon
in an abalone sky

clouds of pale seafoam
they lap like cresting waves
the fading eastern star
going to its grave

here on earth the cacti
convoluted coral reefs
muted hues to cover
birds within them bleat

mesquite and Palo Verde
roiling gently in the breeze
don't seem to know the temperature
that we're in a freeze
for though we humans shiver
due to the low degrees
they stay green and vibrant
don't even lose their leaves!

not much change in season
on this winter morn
I sit outside to witness
the cold day

being born


SoulSurvivor
written
December 2013
rewritten
(C) December 14, 2015