September 22, 2012 Sunday Whirl Wordle #75

(The mountains south of Taos, NM)

Burn Site
It is winter
I sort through the ashes of my life
Remember the storms past
And yet…I remain

All is quiet
Waiting with expectation
Each day a short climb
Bundles of ideas in every corner
Thunderbolts light the landscape in all directions

You bring joy to me
Trapped in the desert
Where all is dry, nothing damp
We are but husks of our former selves
Rustle like dry stalks in the corn fields
Sounds heard in hot summer wind
I might be shook up by this thought
Were it not true

Saturday October 22, 2011 A Stone/ Sunday Whirl

Taos Valley in Autumn Color

A Stone: One daily observation

A misunderstanding happened

Someone was being funny

The complete message

Was not sent

This can happen

On a Saturday

________

Sunday Whirl:  Wordle

The End Complete
A time of ending
A time of new beginning
Our own end-time
Unique
A minor miracle
So difficult to imagine
In this time of life
So much to do

But
A time will come
We will nod in acceptance
Our bodies will be rusted-out
Our eyes will be glazed over
We will be ragged from our years of life

We can no longer straighten
The years have rolled by
Many bridges have been crossed
The promise of the future
Has stretched before us

Now the road ahead seems cloudy
Not a blade of grass covers the roadside
We drag ourselves to the finish line
The crowds cheer
Our race is over
Complete