My Heart Belongs to Sage
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eternal longing
for rays of healing and warm
desert sunshine days
I used to live in Taos, New Mexico, out near the Taos Gorge, in a sea of sagebrush. The adobe dirt was soft and supple. I still dream of building a clay house to hide in the high desert — a place uninterrupted by the trappings of mainstream society; a place to simply enjoy the sky and create art. For now, my memories remind me of the sun and the smell of sage after a rainstorm. It is enough. For now.
© 2019 K. A. Bennett. All rights reserved.
This poem was originally published in Poetic Ramblings From the Spiritual Abyss on Medium.com.
This poem was originally published in Poetic Ramblings From the Spiritual Abyss on Medium.com.
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