Alone in The Desert/the sunday whirl — wordle 365/ poets united poets pantry

_DSC2708.jpg  Taos Valley, New Mexico  22"x30"  gouache on w/c paper

Alone in The Desert

He hikes the dry
Dusty trail
The unrelenting sun
Stares down at him

He follows the path
Into the gorge
Down to the river
All is green
Ten degrees cooler
In the misty shade
In the distance are
Remembered smoke signal
Hanging in the purple sky
From years past
Full of mysteries
Never spoke
The coyote howls
In the early evening
Speaks in tongues
Unknown to man
Terror rolls through him
He hides
The natural world reaches for him
He doesn’t know the meanings
He thinks
He is alone in the desert

 

 

August 19, 2018

16 thoughts on “Alone in the Desert/the sunday whirl — wordle 365/ poets united poets pantry

  1. Ah – no one is alone in the desert (or the forest – or the seashore). There are always other living beings around, seen or unseen.

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