Charcoal clouds thunder heavy rains-
the glowing eye of New Mexico's sky
is bandaged, cushioned with silver.
Sliding drops of rain
glide silken down her wrists
mixed with red colors of sunsets
in June, as is the month in her mind.
October is black; September yellow gold orange,
the month of her birth is green with white- grey
mixed in as stripes, curving like the road she
lost herself on.
Moon rises with the evening star,
night suns. Visit New Mexico, view the skies-
diamond cut nights and sunsets spread
colors expanding like the universe.
A sky writes her poem,
flinging her winged soul
into fresh air startling,
a flock of birds taking off, soaring.
It is dewy softness suspended,
after the rain.
The colors are rainbows reversed
or upside down, watercolors by a prodigy