The Rio Grande is running lower and lower every day.
A cloudburst where rain never reaches the ground.
The corn should be tall and full of ears of corn by now. Wagner’s Farm usually has a bustling farm store this time of year. There is no sign of activity, no signs advertising available produce.
Hot As Hell
Hot as hell today
One-seventeen in the sun
Sweated like a pig
Sunset
He thought he was off to school to be tutored
But off to the vet, he went, to get neutered
Now he’s sad, half the dog he used to be
They put on a cone, adding insult to injury
When Buddy recovers from this trauma
They will fix his third eyelid and end that drama
He will be a new dog, like a new day
Oh Buddy you have come a long way
Morning moons
Surprise! Daddy Owl dropped in for a visit.
Daddy Owl eyeing the hummer perched on the branch below him.
Orange clouds rolled overhead
Dragging sheets of fickle rain
Never touched the ground
Parched earth’s cracked and broken clay
Yearned to be covered with rain’s wet kisses
Left dried, curled, flayed
Out of darkness flash
Blinding light turns black to pink
Spitting forked tongues
Plowed earth lies barren
Fertile ground parched and thirsty
Spilled seeds will not grow
Moon tunnel lights night sky
Portal to the other side
Hallucinations sleeping souls
Keeper of our dreams
Jupiter sits on Sandia Crest
Saturn basks in a golden glow
Stars still hang in space
Midnight rainbow hangs at two
Stars peek through smokey hues
Brushstrokes blotches arcs
Orange, greens, magenta, blues
Jupiter rising into blue
Saturn sees the moon at two
Light bulbs let us see
Rope hanging over the edge
Will we hang ourselves?
Home late
Dusk turned clouds
To lavender mist
Portal formed
Below the moon
Primordial blue
Savored light
Long faded
Borrowed from the moon
Icy wind picks up
Pulls leaf free from snowbound hold
Underfoot no more
Today’s wind was favorable for the leaf that was snowbound last night. The leaf was blown free of its icy hold, left lying peacefully off to the side of the trail no longer underfoot. Below is The Who’s “I’m Free” live in 1977 to celebrate the leaf’s luck of the draw.
Daddy owl eyeing me through a tangle of twigs.
This American Coot was foraging on the sandbar. Then it started to take flight and decided against it.
pTerodactyl trying to hide behind a tumbleweed.
Venus at dawn under clear skies.
After having cloud cover for most of the day, these were the last few clouds hanging around at sunset.
Blown by icy winds
Tumbled to the ground
On edge stuck like a knife
Snow rough, trodden
Out of reach
Sun’s warming grip
Snowbound waits its fate…
Snow melts sets it free
Or…
Stepped on, crushed underfoot
I am honored that my poem Grounded is posted on MasticadoresUsa // Editora: Gabriela Marie Milton today. Thank you, Gabriela!
Off Center & Not Even 