"Sierra Nevada"

Riding winds born from sierras above my home.
Sliding across dusty sun filled plains.
Purple-silver sage mark my shadow.
Eagle instincts, Raven passions saddle my thoughts spurring me to greater heights.
 
Venus’ cloak heralds twilights birth,  
Negating further exploration.
With silver starlight, I fly for home…
 
Amongst four compass trees, on turf and cut stone red leaves have scattered.
I find my rest in an Allahambra of thought.
Serpentine wisdom comes to me in prophetic visions,  
as I listen to a spring murmuring songs of antiquity.
 
(c)-DS Baker