Solitude

No blooms more bountiful than those we paint in dreams. The desert is alarming in variety within a narrow range. The color tan, the color beige, the color mild brown, always on the brink of something most will fail to see. A pure plush tree deflects the act of whittling. Its trunk confirms each species possesses only solitude. Along the lanes that led us here and our desired destination.  A lizard dusts across the floor through sprigs and fragrance.  

At the precipice of life force, tones of the viola clef, a mid-range luster