Poetry: On a visit to Taliesin West

 

 

 

 

 

by Kevin Kwilinski

Orange and blues, the boldest hues
adorning beam and stone

Oasis ponds nurse desert fronds
reflecting sky and sun

Flower beds in crimson reds
hiding thorn and thistle

Chinese art found torn apart
dance in light and shadow

Concrete mass of stones from past
rise from earth to mountain

Imagine them with ink and pen
perfecting line and angle

Guided by the careful eye
of Wright and the ghost of Sullivan

Beauty speaks beneath the peak
transcending space and time