Desert Winds

The winds blow the top soil of the brown earth.

Its being prepared for the rebirth of the sage brush.

Yellow & purple wild flowers waking from there winters sleep.

The hill side a collage of color reds, browns, dotted with Juniper & Pine.

The sky so blue you'd swear you were staring into your Lover eyes.

Sun blaring bright upon this land once long ago an Ocean.

Now its cracked skin waiting for the rains to come to refresh its soul.

The Watermelon Mountains in their majesty stare down upon the scene.

I come from the blood of this land....

My ancestors spirits ride upon these winds.

A Wombmyn baked in the Sun of the Rio Grande Valley.

This is part of who I am, yet I feel like I don't belong here.

I bare a Gypsies Soul, longing for other places.

Wishing to leave a better left forgotten past behind me.

There seems to be ties that bind one to this Land of Entrapment.

For each time left I found my way back once more.

Perhaps to clean out the Cupboards once & for all.

To find the obsidian knife to cut cords that serve no purpose.

Time to leave this Desert before I am baked to long.

Before I wither & blow away with the winds.

Reviews

[Angelic Darkness]

This was a good read. So much apart of you, yet you yearn to
get away. Explain why?

[Phil Sanders]

Wonderful imagery .. beautiful write......