Dusty Trail Quatern
on the edge of the dusty trail
i gather thoughts within my mind
from tired body aged and frail
a bit of strength i hope to find
i watch as sun escapes the sky
on the edge of the dusty trail
the way it bleeds catches my eye
scarlet red to a pink so pale
as darkness begins to entrail
beneath the moon my thoughts take plight
on the edge of the dusty trail
an illumination of light
a set of eyes within the tree
an owl spans wings and sets asail
his strength i find inside of me
on the edge of the dusty trail
4/30/2014
Copyright © Sandra Adams | Year Posted 2014
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