July 4, 2013 We Write Poems

The sign says
“Horses for Sale”
Your fields are empty
You’ve sold those horses
Now what
You going to do

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Clouds rise up
Like cathedrals
Over the mountains
Into a cobalt sky
Meadows green
Stretch out before us

January 26, 2013 dVerse

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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