Sunday, August 19, 2018

Alone in The Desert/the sunday whirl -- wordle 365/ poets united poets pantry

Alone in The Desert

He hikes the dry
Dusty trail
The unrelenting sun
Stares down at him

He follows the path
Into the gorge
Down to the river
All is green

Ten degrees cooler
In the misty shade
In the distance are
Remembered smoke signals

Hanging in the purple sky
From years past
Full of mysteries
Never spoken

The coyote howls
In the early evening
Speaks in tongues
Unknown to man

Terror rolls through him
He hides
The natural world reaches for him
He doesn't know the meanings

He thinks
He is alone in the desert

August 19, 2018

Wordle 365    

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