Grey lady walks
across the land
gathering
visits the coast, wades out to sea
lassos the waterspout
collecting raindrops
Scales the mountains
to pine needle music
harbors a cache of snow
scooping up the wind
Sweeps across the plains
raking armloads of sunshine
from the sky
comes away with
pocketfuls of heat
High steps over mesas
combing wild hair
with wands of ocotillo
Leaves dancing footprints
in the dust
gracious fingers painting the canyons
Shakes out her skirts
reviving the desert
with a downpour of promise
and renewal
Another from my Medium archive. Abiquiu is a little bit of an obsession of mine. I’ve written about it on my blog at least twice, and I have secret hopes of camping there again this summer. If you’d like to see more photographs of the area and me waxing ecstatic about the place, you can find that here.
The Poetry Patio 