The sign says
“Horses for Sale”
Your fields are empty
You’ve sold those horses
Now what
You going to do
___________________________
Clouds rise up
Like cathedrals
Over the mountains
Into a cobalt sky
Meadows green
Stretch out before us
The sign says
“Horses for Sale”
Your fields are empty
You’ve sold those horses
Now what
You going to do
___________________________
Clouds rise up
Like cathedrals
Over the mountains
Into a cobalt sky
Meadows green
Stretch out before us
Winter in Taos
Grey day
Clouds like
Blanket spread
Fluffed
Caught in mid-air
Grey, lonely, silent
Without warning
Coyote appears
Just as suddenly
Disappears
Always on the move
Rain expected in the p.m.
Until then…a sense of waiting
Grey, lonely, silent
Caught in mid-air
Note: Reference the weather report
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