The way the palm and 
the pine were living together
made me happy.

If there's a will there's
a way. If there isn't that way
there's another way.

The layers of colored
mountains faded until they looked
like the sky. 

There was a desert,
some snow, mountains, beaches and
then a rain forest.

There is a deep ache
that's hard to ignore at times 
or most of the time.

Pulling my body
away from this desert is
like leaving a lover.

There was a quail on
a rock near the cactus and they 
looked so pretty.

I felt like the
minority. I was the only one
without a tan.

The moon was so full
last night. Much like the sun was 
the day before.

From afar it
looked like palm, but close up
it was more like rosemary.

I felt a kinship
to the tumbleweed.
Like we were on the same journey.

The land does not
belong to us, but rather we
belong to the land. 

The red soil was
calling me, "Michelle,  roll around in me.
Paint yourself red!"

The Texan sky is
so quiet you can only hear
those big, bright stars.

The heat makes me smile.
The sun makes me shine. 
The desert is where I flower.

We learn from our past,
plan for our future and live 
each day like it's the last.

I tried to write a
haiku for the mosquito. Instead 
I just watched him.

Feeling like a lone
Northwestern star drifting through
this vast Lone Star state.

The sun, swollen and gold,
hovered over the land saying his
last goodnights. 

We may lose more 
often than we win, but rarely
do we give up.