The
arroyo talks at night. It
tells of ancient stories
in whispered tones.
I endure. I am ways.
Deep
inside the earth
mother gives us
the gift of ever
flowing, warm
water .
-John Parulis
More
like my rose blood shadow gown
from
above
less like seared blue sky leaning
we
linger.
Place insists inserts asserts itself here.
Blessed with surprise of leaves
quick red birds dip flamed wings
toward dusk
and water... yes yes. Water.