A desert day.
Blue sky and an orange for a sun.
Snow sits on the mountaintop
like a Berber on his camel.
The smell of lemon and mint
and the sweet taste of honey.
Standing on a terrace I can see forever in every direction.
Cool blue tile against my feet and a soft voice wavering in my ear.
Oasis water trickles against my skin.
I am lost in a kalidescope of color and sound.
Wendy Helena Harris is a teacher and writer from Washington DC. Many of her poems and stories are derived from her travels around the world. The Plum Ruby Review is honored to be Wendy's first publication.