The Texture of the Landscape

By Andrew R. Duckworth

The landscape is yellow,
Brown, and orange,
And if this was a painting,
You would swear the artist
Added extra texture-
Ripples, roughness raging about,
Layer upon layer of color,
Earthy colors, the mixture,
Some stray reds scattered about.
Few trees, mostly desert bushes
And some stray grass,
But the green is outnumbered
By the army of orange.
No flat anywhere
The land juts this way and that,
No symmetry as far
As the eye can see,
No ordinary or repetition.
If folded in half,
There’s no match.