Saturday, December 28, 2013

December 28, 2013 We Write Poems #193

We Write Poems  #193  Prompt:  Wordle

Christmas Morning 2013, Taos, New Mexico
A mere speck of dust
Waiting to be swept
Into action

In the winter
When the snow
Has melted
Dust comes to life

Dust is the Queen
Clotting the moonlight
The night is dusty
No longer blue

The sky
Is filled
Creating the 
Reddest
Sunsets
In the world

Trees are covered
With dust
The mind wonders
The eyes are blinded
The only answer is dust

Without snow
Christmas morning
Is grey with dust











2 comments:

Brian Miller said...

everything goes to dust eventually....
christmas, not much dust settling here, with everyone in and out and so much to do and play and be...smiles..

have a good week annell....

Sabra Bowers said...

Dust, dust everywhere. It is true that our beautiful sunsets are caused by dust of an impure nature. Well, it is all simply energy anyway. Enjoyed your poem, Annell.