River of Stones: A stone is one daily observation.
This day began gloriously. (I am in my courtyard, looking back over my house, which has chickens on the roof, for Mabel Dodge.)
In the afternoon, as I worked in the studio, I was aware that clouds were building up.
The afternoon was clear.
The day ended and the sky reminded me of a lovely Indian blanket.
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Under Blue Skies
Eyes cast across landscape
As if in the blink of an eye
Image rendered in sand, sage
And endless blue sky
One can only marvel
Clouds form fantastic shapes
Summer day holds its’ breath
Suddenly twisting dirt devils
In desert sand
Gilding the landscape
Brightly reflected
Scan the desert floor
For the devils’ red pencil
Indian paint brush blooms
In searing red
Like earth’s pure blood
Scattered among the dusty sage
Late afternoon showers
Or “walking rain”
Form curtain above
Deep blue mountains
Nothing reprehenisible
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dVerse prompt: My Shoes
My Shoes
I wouldn’t get far
Without shoes
They protect me
From the rocks and stickers
Strewn about
The desert floor
The souls of my feet are soft
And need protection
From Rocks and stickers
From snow
And sometimes from the
Pain of loving you
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Sunday Scribblings prompt #277 Distant
You are my Destination
Are we there yet
Coming from the back
Seat of the car
How far is it
How to measure the distance
From here to there
How long will it take
When I think of you
Questions form
Like clouds in the
New Mexico sky
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