The earth cracks
As temperatures rise
The heat tugs on the moon
Low on the horizon
The Earth Cracks
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Category Archives: Poetry
Silhouette
When the mountains are blue
Ravens fly with the dawn’s chill
Blurred to the river below
Raven in northern New Mexico
Even the Ghosts
Spring breezes, autumn leaves
A child’s laughter, a puppy’s bark
Holding hands on the porch
Abandoned, forgotten
Even the ghosts have fled
Rain Falls
Rain falls as a cloud’s
Only possible action
Not for the tree’s need
Where I Make My Home
Grandmother’s garden
With spring’s sunshine and rainbows
Where I make my home
