Bear Mountain

On such a glorious day a Sedona sky of vivid blueness

opens its arms and beholds the sensual curves of this

drenched red earth.

Dirt roads stretch long and dusty between the rise of

trees which gracefully slope and bow their branches to

the mountain mist as it sprays the surfaces of lonesome

and forgotten ancient graves.

Mother stones lean against each other, and whisper in

the tongue of wind knowledge, speak softly of the many

moons passed; of the sun bleached bones belonging

to a native people, of the tears from their almond eyes

filling the dry and crusty creek beds, of their hearts

which sleep among the blooms of delicate desert flowers.

This drenched red earth moans her sorrowful song, a

hush of breeze stills the Sedona sky and a blanket of

twilight covers gently the sleeping sacred.







Carol Brown ©
My poem was inspired by the above photograph taken by B.L. ©