Sometimes we are so lost in ourselves that we forget the gifts of nature that give us the answers we need. Nicely done.

you make me lonesome for home, love the area

I've never been to the desert, but I think I could feel like I was there from your descriptions. I think you must be one of "the tough," who are invigorated by desert heat. For me, it would have to be a rippling lake, or a quiet pond.
Your switch from vivid descriptions to "now ain't that a strange coincidence" really surprised me. I enjoyed the poem

The desert can make you clean or it can kill you. It is all a matter of luck and resourcefulness.

Ron

Being alone to examine our lives is a gift. It gives us a sense of what is important in our lives and what is not; what burdens we are willing to carry and which ones we should cast off. A good friend of mine said to me once, "we are either busy living or busy dieing and the choice is up to us." I believe that. And when we take the time to examine our lives, then we find out which one of those things we are doing: Living or dieing. You are on a divine and richly blessed journey. Good day to you Peter, Love and Peace Amira

I came back to read again and discovered that in the AD delays last night, my comment was lost in the cosmos. It's so difficult to recreate the thought.



Every man needs a heaven on Earth Peter...a place to be alone to think and absorb and envision the very life of nature around him, even in the miracles of the desert sand, only barren to those who cannot see her bounty and her essence. A place where he can commune with God, and revel in the freedoms he enjoys and the risks he is wiling to take on his "endless quest", no matter where it takes him or who he travels with.



What a superb attention to detail you have penned here...I can envision the Joshua Tree framed against the sunbaked sands and dusky sky at sunset.



Love,

Taylor

A breathtaking view and a wonderful write, most the last two lines are so very true,
the tough guys, B&R :-)

I used to live in Arizona. I remember it well. Gorgeous just doesn't describe it well enough.

As one who has often traveled to the desert to marvel at it, and to just contemplate life, all alone, I truly like this poem, Peter.

I also like that quote!

One great offering Peter!!

Thanks for sharing mate!!

Love Tinka

Wonderful imageries, and I love that picture too!

Love,
Sandie May Angel :o)

BRILLIANT!! I must be hot on your heels today, Peter, following your footprints into the ongoing sands of life and experience! :)) Your descriptions here are breathtaking and the thirst you create a must to be assuaged. Beautiful soulful melding of lives of both the inner and outer world. Stunning, thank you! A keeper! LOL K xx

You not only brought the desert to life, you gave us a peek into what's inside Peter Paton. You are a strong diciplined enlightened individual as tough as the desert and as tender as a lush garden. Splendid poem!

I'm with Susan, in that I could feel the heat as well.
Beautifully and expertly described, made the desert
come to life for me.

You and Jerry are the bastions for raw honesty in two opinions that I respect highly. The arid mind can't function when it is dehydrated. The matter doesn't matter when the function is stagnate. We must drink constantly otherwise our passion for living runs dry.
This is an astounding poem and coupled with the visual I can feel the heat...the searing arid air and still the absolute beauty of the visual gives us a difference in geography to nourish our minds.
I love it Peter!
Susan

Absolutely, Peter, that old saying is more than just food for thought, it is righteous stuff. Keep on plugging away, take a look at the lowly piss ant, they can do wonderous things . . . COLLECTIVELY . . . still, we must try the hard fast rule that no man is an island and forge ahead alone, just to test our strength.

OH HOW BEAUTIFUL MY FELLOW POET

Great description of the desert and all its beauty.

The desert seasons are vital to reconnecting, to our Maker...and to ourselves.................enabling us to jump into the River of refreshing, with both feet, when it finally comes! Everything has a time and a season, dear Peter, and a definitive purpose.

This is beautifully depicted...I travelled right along with you, experiencing the desert and its glory. love & prayers, Rhonda

This is a great write here Peter, keep it up and be blessed in the writing
God Bless
Michelle!

Peter,

This is meaningful to me right now. I'm in a tumult of discontent and stress. I need to go to the desert, so to speak. And I will, tonight.

Susan

((((Peter )))) I keep hearing from spirit the word "Introspection".. This type of spirit medicine is that of the one who must go alone searching for his own spirit way, however the weather conditions are. You can see and feel bear looking deep within all those winter months of sleep, imagining, feeding on the spirit manna of knowing and walking out of it deeply enlightened. This tells me that yes we all that search and go through the dry land as the Israelites did, will come to that glory cloud of rivers out of Egypt and into promise. This is where I know your going..Powerful imagery..And yes I see that eagle there right near you along with red tail! Yes the imagery was mega POWERFUL… Thank you for this beautiful piece!!!

Peace & Love, Dove

Many times I have found myself in that desert waste. Good one Peter.

Peter, you need to add punctuation to this piece, without it, it's one big run-on sentence. Let the reader catch his/her breath.