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
Saturday August 11, 2012 Writing Challenge
Out of Paint
Headed south
Taos in the rearview mirror
Thinking of you
Wonder where you are
Sunflowers bloom yellow
Along roadside
Rocks lie in wait
For someone to carry
Them to new places
The New Mexico
Sky a pale blue
Shrouding mountains
On the horizon
Yellow sign marks crossing
For Mr. Romero’s cow
Evergreens gather
In the foothills
Buffalo, elk jerky
And pinion nuts
Sold along roadside
Winding down
Into the canyon
Following the Rio Grand
All is lush and green
Near the river
Trees grow tall
A short distance away
Ancient old trees
Stunted in their growth
The sun bakes and cracks
The surface of the earth
Without water
The desert is austere
Clings to life on the edge
Emergency trip to Santa Fe
Paint-box empty
No paint for
What seems a “lifetime”
The art supply store is
Permanently closed
For the artist
Without paint
Life is austere
Summer Writing Challenge
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