Fall in Taos
tarantella marches
lockstep to the gorge happens every fall they are on the road
in the sage
brush returning home the trees partially bare
still golden leaves
fall like a ticker tape parade liter glitter in the air
scattered on the
ground like gold coins the wind moves them
they settle in a
heap at the curb have you ever met a wolverine by the road
in the time between
dusk and dawn huffing and puffing face all red
snarling and
spitting looking for a fight mad as a wet hen
you never know about
him his moods change as quickly as texas weather
it is best to simply
keep walking blue sky sharp as a blade
butterfly
descends gentle as a kiss seeking the season's last flower
November 11,
2015
1 comment:
Whew, that first one really packs a strong gut punch!
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