un-sanctified worship ©️

Sometimes -
she looks cold, and bitter  
Wearing-
the leftover robe of Winter
 
Like spit on the ground
Her messed up land  
Makes cows frown
In December
She never smiles
Mile after mile -
 
Sandstone cries to Moon  
To ease her pain come afternoon  
Sun hears her prayers, and proclaims-
Sandstone will burn in vain
 
Sage and Cactus create abstract Maze  
Coyotes shadow dance - at end of day
Stone romanced through the haze
On canyon walls time scrawls pictures
Unframed-
 
Laughing howls -cut in, and out  
Wind hears their calls carried far out -
Summoning pain - She's amused !
Garishly grinning-
In light of day
 
Turning dust devils loose
Upon them all-  
Irreverent they become  
Desert Squalls !
 
Chasing cattle in riotous fashion  
Just to hear horns clang, and bones rattle
Hooves hit her unsanctified land
Unceremoniously grand !
 
She smiles while life bleeds  
Beings though never see -
Howls, dust and water flee
 
Disappearing -
In vaporous ending
Temporary you see-
 
But she will remain -
 
 
 
                                eternally...
 
 
 
Life-Nevada -reflection on time I spent on cattle ranch in Nevada by Bridgeport Ca.
Toward the upper Walker valley Image and Drawing gmc ©