Ridgeline Review
sun were shouting its defiance to the rain. Renewal was upon us. The once-weeping grass again stood up as if to proclaim that it had never been scared at all. The crickets started chirping their merry tune. Dotted in the distance, the ponderosa pines and salt cedars started to dance in the now-gentle breeze. It was as if they were joyful and had never shed a tear. Many people have never had a desert waterfall fall on their heads. The sudden onslaught of rain that leaves everything different. The landscape is immediately altered, but it is not forever changed. The pines may weep momentarily, but they will always dance again. The fire will be re-lit and we will enjoy the hushed conversations and drunken laughter that is shared between close friends. The landscape is what makes so many things so interesting, strange, and enjoyable no matter what kind of weather mother nature throws our way.
Celestial Body
Caitlin Daugherty A golden smile paired with Flaxen locks. choppily and greasily Stuck to the sides of a sickly pale Moon. The craters and pockmarks All remnants of a once smooth and untouched Planetoid. Peach fuzz and freckles and dimples And scars. Every mark and every bump a Story to be told. Like a map pinpointing every Experience and every struggle. Like a ruby Polished and shined from storms of grit and Detritus these marks are reminders of Bad times, so-so times, the best of times. From chubby cherub to skeletal skinny from Skeletal skinny to chubby cherub this Ever-changing battle wages on to this day. A pale living corpse that evolves with each Breath and despite being dead continues to Live.
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