Cascading waterfalls,
Feed by mountain snows,
Sculpt masterpieces,
On a canvas of faceless stone,
Meticulously perfect,
Timeless in their artistry,
Mother’s brushes and chisels,
Water, wind and sand,
Do what the masters could never do,
Hobbema- Rembrandt paint pretty pictures,
But nature did create their models,
By her own steady hand,
Exquisitely crafted and signed,
To the world with love.
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
Credit – leenwallpapers.com
Warmth melts winters snow
Cascading down mountainsides
To fill crystal pools
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
Dark and exposed after eons under the sculptor’s chisel
Laid naked to the elements and the seasons
Sharp, jagged and formidable, few dare confront you
Either out of fear or rightful respect
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A few fools dare scale your rocky crags in quest of your treasures
Cutting deep into your subterranean veins
Drawing out your blood and secrets through violent means
Leaving hollows only to be left abandoned once bled dry
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Still this does not detract from the adoration of your admirers
The saguaros raise their arms to the sky in praise
Brave faced monolith, you offer comfort in spite of the desecration
Providing shelter to those that dwell under your protection
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Your strength and bravery are none diminished
Inspite of the riches stolen from your purse you hold your head high
Taking revenge on those with careless intentions
Showing no remorse in light of the pains you’ve endured
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It could be said that nature has been cruel to you
Yet you have not taken this to heart
Your life can not be counted in mere mortal years
Since you have outlived those that laid claim to your precious abundance
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Our prayer is that your future holds you in appreciation and respect
No more to cut and scar your rough hewn beauty
You are a wonder to behold
To be looked upon with reverence as the creator intended
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
Image credit – firstpeople.us
By D. R. DiFrancesco
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Light as a feather
Wind dances through the treetops
Summoning the Gods
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The moon overhead
Keeps watch over it’s subjects
While they soundly sleep
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Winding rivers flow
Steadily toward open sea
Free from all constraint
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Mountains majesty
Big Horns rule the rocky crags
Where others fear tread
By D. R. DiFrancesco
Touching heaven with finger-like peaks
Bathed in purple and black
Crags and fissures a sign of her violent past
Yet in these chiseled features there is peace
Calm in her desolation
Joy in her solitude
Rains come, seldom, brief and miniscule
Life giving none-the-less
Colors erupt skyward from cracks and crevasses
Green, yellow, orange, and purple
Clothing fit for a queen
Floral draped plains bow at her feet
Only the finest for such a star
Sierra Estrella her name
But the cape once so lovely abandons her
Leaving her naked, hard, and rough
No less beautiful in the raw
Standing tall, she resumes her watch
Desert, now void of an audience unfurls
Bowing blindly to her majesty
Hawks and buzzards her only court
Left to marvel at her magnificence
Her strength, her beauty, her wonder.
The Sierra Estrella Mountain range (estrella in spanish is “star”) is located southwest of Phoenix Arizona. My home looks over these mountains and in the years that I have lived here, I have never gotten tired of looking at them.
Dom DiFrancesco 