It just so happens that this day, in particular, lends itself nicely to a poem image, so I'll try my hand at a little free verse. I even have a picture to go with it. But I have to make one confession before I start. The picture is an afterthought. It is really the smell that is driving today's poem. Those of you who have lived in the desert will probably think of it immediately.
Spring desert thunderstorm growing on the sky line
Tamar barks at the growling big sky dog
Trees quiver in anticipation
Storm clouds coming
Sidewalks sigh
Cool water wind
Purple cotton sky
Green stubborn trees
Wet dust smell from dry
Spring desert thunderstorm blowing north to far horizons
Growling sky with distant canine choruses
Trees drip quiet little showers
Storm clouds fly
1 comment:
I can see it, feel it, and mostly smell it. Really nice.
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