silent – Poetic Meanderings

Fallow Nights

I know the wind is coming today — a prediction our weathermen inevitably get right even when they too often ready us for a rain that disappoints, but the wind, we West Texans know, will come. This day will bring a northern gust, a cool turning to a colder rush, a reminder that winter stillContinue reading “Fallow Nights”

Settled

Let’s just sit without trying to explain this new we are living; no attempts to make sense; no efforts to remedy; no tell-me- what-your-think. Let’s just sit for a moment; the air is cool, I hear a little rain, the evening has settled, and we have this moment; give me your hand, and I’ll layContinue reading “Settled”