Monday, September 16, 2013
Two Viewpoints on Natural Terror
I stood on the desert’s precipice,
Watching the gorge turn an autumnal red;
The tenacity of a determined river,
Digging deeper for a comfortable bed.
The optimist sees a landscape’s change,
Creating beauty within the foreboding…
The pessimist mourns the missing soils,
Lost from eons of violent eroding.