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The Texas autumn, breached,
pours forth cathartic drops,
an ecstasy of tears
to cleanse her dusty eyes of the agonizing fall.
The brow of Texas boils
in cloudy greys and thunder
amid coyote calls electric
down the city-slicker's spine
dropping low.
The breath of Texas chills -
a saw-blade through the heat -
and screams the cloud stampede
across the hills.
The voice of Texas condescends
to whisper in the huisache
and whistle in the Spanish daggers
sparring with the mockingbird
to sing before she roars.
The mercy of Texas
is no relief -
this wild trickster goddess burns
then drowns.
pours forth cathartic drops,
an ecstasy of tears
to cleanse her dusty eyes of the agonizing fall.
The brow of Texas boils
in cloudy greys and thunder
amid coyote calls electric
down the city-slicker's spine
dropping low.
The breath of Texas chills -
a saw-blade through the heat -
and screams the cloud stampede
across the hills.
The voice of Texas condescends
to whisper in the huisache
and whistle in the Spanish daggers
sparring with the mockingbird
to sing before she roars.
The mercy of Texas
is no relief -
this wild trickster goddess burns
then drowns.
Literature
Autumn
That flashy redhead
In her sparkly rain-skirt, and
Amber leaf-bracelets.
Literature
Soundless
~*~
Float quietly, whispering waves
borne upon the restful air,
caressing the moon's gentle face
as if the world hath no care.
~*~
Literature
Roadmaps
I have traced my fingers along,
following undulating roads
on faded parchment maps but
there is no X
to mark the spot
where you should be.
I have pushed my way past
half-lit tunnels of willow
leaves, tread over mossy rocks
and overturned each one,
searching for clues, arrows.
I have mapped the stars and
their trails that I might
never be lost - but I am wandering
all the same without
you.
I have studied each roadsign;
followed each one
to its dead end
and U-turned back
to where I started.
I have traced my
footsteps,
over and over,
searching for the place
where I lost my way,
but there is no path back
to you.
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Having never been that far south within the US I have no true knowledge, but I do feel that I know it from this poem, it's got a great sense of place and atmosphere. I particularly enjoy some of your enjambments.