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
Copyright © Grant Norwood | Year Posted 2016
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