Brialee Turner

Red rocks,

Sturdy,

Angular,

And beautiful.

They come together in perfect harmony,

They provide cool shade,

A lovely mix of light and shadows,

I feel a sense of lonely peace.

Like a little earthquake in the midst of a fortress.

What will come next, I ask.

The red rock echoes back stories of lives lived before.

You will make it, they say.

For we too have seen the changes of time,

And a morphing landscape of life.