Walking in Palo Duro Canyon in Winter
I like walking where the wind is rarely quiet
and the evening star glows brightly,
a consistent presence lying over the canyon
pushing the sun along, urging the moon
to follow its intense track like the creek now dusty
and disregarded until spring’s outburst of life.
Cusp of Autumn
The back porch is cool this morning
with only the expectation of early fall.
The grass seems glazed with rain
although it’s only the morning sprinkler
forestalling the inevitable death cycle
when the grass will brown and
fall’s leaves will cover their hidden demise.
Yet still the cool promise of fall will arrive
for a short time before it heralds winter’s conquest.