Trio

Orange packed sunrise air,
Over the mirror of an ice cold straight,
Broken concentric by a jet black fin,
Veiled in a mist of breath.

Virgin white sugar bowl land,
Spotted with needle-laden souls,
Quietly sleeping deceptively silent,
Hiding life under the cold.

Hot, red Caliche Sea,
Isles of Juniper, Yucca, and Mesquite,
Sun baking down radiating back,
Stirring colors of blood and green.