Monday, July 18, 2011

Passing Through Tippapah

Streaks of gray on black
passing clouds paint the sky

Ghost like
I move through a landscape
of muted color

Yellow harvest moon
slides under a distant horizon
while sun
yet sleeps

Desert heat
gives way to
first tendrils of winter

The land eases its way
through Autumn's

Daylight assumes cast
of morning's luminescence

All Hallows Eve
the air turns
crisp and cold

DS Baker

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