Wild Amarillo Poppies

Heading north on the Loop
Past the Road to Nowhere
The fresh aroma of greasewood
Soothes my mind

Winter browns and gray-greens
Turning Kelly and day-glo on
Trees and bushes in the
Riverbed and washes

Then, past El Camino Del Cerro
Wild amarillo poppies
Shoulder our path under the
Marbled, milky-blue dome of sky

–LE – 2/25/24