Wednesday, February 2, 2011

i long along

parched desert wildflowers
rustled by a dry breeze
crackled like tumbleweed
in autumn's backyard

now buried by snowdrift
withered under weather
i long for their vibrant color
their skeletal delicacy

i long along
for winter's end

i will welcome the weeds
as much as the others

my longing for autumn
she is long gone

i long along
long along

spring will come
she will come

-Cameron: Santa Fe, NM

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