Author: Kyle and Bob

Full moon chased by sun hangs in soft blue morning sky promising daybreak 

Worn by elements cracked adobe walls record the passage of time.

Walk the winding path following life’s suggestion to become centered

There again the herd One ewe stands outside the fence How did she get out? Unable to resist I approach as one by one they easily leap

Without their color, chamisa bushes display pale downy seed shapes.

Cold days, colder nights Horses stand soaking up warmth Sunbathing heaven 

Imagine Big Horns Then, somehow sighting a herd resting in sagebrush.

What is that weird thing? Cracked shells of brown fungus dust, nature’s mystery 

Just when you wonder where have all the colors gone? Gold branches stand out.

Marshy cattail home of veiled red-wing blackbird song echoes in dry reeds.