First poem - after

In Gilbert the silos shimmer during dusk,
cottontails bounce quietly at the riparian.
The Four Peaks protruded amid the Mazatzal Mountains.
They look like dazzling diamonds in sunshine.
It reminds me of the jewels at Versailles
encased all around the palace.
Sapphires, pearls, red rubies like drops of blood
that could not go unseen.
But in Gilbert fields are fading out
and sunsets are fiery.