Gathered clouds
Marble desert skies
Latent with promise
The gift of life
For parched earth
Suspended over the dusty road
But only the traffic rumbles
No lightning
No thunder
To give pause
Then marble melts red
In night’s furnace
Cooling the heat
The promise has gone
Life again turns to dust
Beneath cold watchful stars
Martin Addison, 10/10/2016
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A beautiful poem, Martin, and an excellent accompaniment to your desert scene. These rigs are pretty spectacular!
Thanks Debra 🙂 That’s Rolled Gold with her sunset paint job on Route 93 just a little north of Las Vegas.