The wind howls across the desert
Raising awkward questions
Of those in well-connected paths
Who hold their breath and hide
Below the spikey surface.
The wind screams a challenge to the stillness,
Muffled and buffered by watch caps, ear muffs,
Reminding us the place is seldom silent.
Pockets of sound catch on
Cactus thorns,
Drop down to the underground tunnels
Arousing the snake and the rat.
The moon draws them up
And the wind sweeps through,
Stampedes and scatters the sounds,
Whistling and roaring,
As if a far off child
Had poured a bucket of sand
Into the ocean.
Thanks for the 'LIkes'.... so glad to see. And an extra Boost: a reader has contacted me about buying a canvas print of "Surreal Desert Sunset". I am over the moon!
Just so you know....Most of the artwork that accompanies my writing is my own, and can be purchased as canvas prints in various sizes. Let me know if you're interested.