Sunday November 18, 2012 Sunday Whirl

Sun Rises above Taos Mountain

Silent Saturday Morning

Fire in the hearth

Stone cold

Time to repent

Say I’m sorry

For your loss

For my own


Wrapped in pride

Fail to see the wrong

Unless I awake

Open my eyes

Life waits in hiding

Hard to find

The lost needle

In the hay stack

No belonging to the

Unbroken thread

Beauty surrounds

Sun rises

Over Taos Mountain

One intent or bust

Somethings of value

Cannot be pawned

Stolen, hoarded, or touched