Without their color  Chamisa bushes display  Pale downy seed shapes.

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

Walk the winding path  Following life’s suggestion  To become centered

Worn by elements  Cracked adobe walls record  The passage of time.

Full moon chased by sun  Hangs in soft blue morning sky  Promising daybreak 

Elementals sing  Joyful twinkling melodies  That dance in my heart.