Monday, July 18, 2011

Madrid, New Mexico

"Dusk Danger"
(c) Robert Hill.

It's getting dark

way off towards
clouds pile up
through the vault
of heaven

Thunderbird rides
high reaches
with feathers cracking
winds begin
to howl

Dragging moisture
in his talons
lightning strikes ridge
high plateau
both quiver
with the sound of
his voice

Curtains of water
cloak mesa
arroyo alike
With flanks steaming
mustangs hang their heads

Pebbles in the road bed
shine like quicksilver
Heat fades away
to the scent of
wet sage

DS Baker

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