Landscape, Bereaved
The earth is so arid
sand seems to bleed
as if purged by a blistering sun
spot of heat so intense
the canvas blackens
near where the horizon
meets the leached-of-all-
color stones; in the distance,
Desolation Mountains are scars
etched into the sky.
Landscape
Clouds pass close over
a valley exhorting snow
to fall inside a Chinese
scroll; thin lined trees,
swaying bridges breeching
gaps, an anxious landscape,
where dreams gather,
shadows fall
Alan Catlin has a new book out, Still Life with Apocalypse from Sheila Na Gig Editions. Coming soon: Wearing a Dead Man's Clothes: Meditations from Dos Madres.
The earth is so arid
sand seems to bleed
as if purged by a blistering sun
spot of heat so intense
the canvas blackens
near where the horizon
meets the leached-of-all-
color stones; in the distance,
Desolation Mountains are scars
etched into the sky.
Landscape
Clouds pass close over
a valley exhorting snow
to fall inside a Chinese
scroll; thin lined trees,
swaying bridges breeching
gaps, an anxious landscape,
where dreams gather,
shadows fall
Alan Catlin has a new book out, Still Life with Apocalypse from Sheila Na Gig Editions. Coming soon: Wearing a Dead Man's Clothes: Meditations from Dos Madres.
