The Range

the sky is a purple
not unlike
the rain starved sage
brittle underfoot

on the horizon
a violent storm rages
only to be seen
thunderclaps fading
in the interim void

in the night the land
is much harder to read
the secrets cloaked in (darkness) change here!!!
the stars in the sky
follow a discernible pattern

the cycle of the sun and moon
day and night
winter and summer


the stillness of the .....
broken only ever so
by the soft fluttering
of bat wings

the scraping of stones
leave faint traces
of the gentle footfalls
on the beast of burden

the secrets
she kept close
were so few
they soon became lies