Dusk In the Canyonlands

Feeling Ma’s breath but faint and transient time dabs paint white crusty lips below eyes conquered Waiving days unhurried ebbs and frames earthly tints does charm a picture through the arch window Tricky a raven’s bold step, cawing and crispy glints of dusky light off child’s drop today Yawning dusk tiptoes soft steady with measured grip of milk-warm blanket to collar and chin Girl will dream whimsical beasts and hear dragons growl hidden by pinnacles cloaked in nightfall Fading sands slip away ma’s breath commends the day to night the sacred candle glow burns cold