Deborah Barbour Lundy lives within the Greater Yellowstone Ecosystem in Jackson Hole, Wyoming. When winter seems never-ending, she heads south for the rich desert landscapes hidden behind the mesas of Arizona. She shares her home with her husband and son, and her garden with deer, moose and elk. In addition to writing short form poetry, Deborah is a multimedia artist through her business, barn cat needleworks.
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Marvelous imagery Deborah. In the light of a campfire, those silhouettes of giant saguaro indeed look human, with up-stretched arms. Are they acting as priests, calling on the cosmos under the great clear desert sky, and receiving in reply the falling stars? Of course, as with any religion, there is always a "catch". The truth comes wrapped in painful spines.
….oh, wow….
Very nice.
Just enough to say this is a Deborah Barbour Lundy haiku to be honest. :-)
Lovely work, as always.
Reminds me of the time when I stayed with a colleague's family in Tunisia, with no electricity, just the night sky, surrounded by thousands of cactus.
Thank you,
Alan, With Words
Marvelous imagery Deborah. In the light of a campfire, those silhouettes of giant saguaro indeed look human, with up-stretched arms. Are they acting as priests, calling on the cosmos under the great clear desert sky, and receiving in reply the falling stars? Of course, as with any religion, there is always a "catch". The truth comes wrapped in painful spines.
Ahhh – wonderful! :)
marion
Longing for the desert. This haiku helps, and hurts, at the same time. Wonderful. So glad I am revisiting my email files.