Walking the Wash

After a late summer storm

Wash behind our house after storm — personal photo

Little birds fill air
With movement, light, bright song
Moon crescent setting

Sweet scented flowers
Like scattered stars on green bush
Bird call breaks silence

Storm left broken limbs
Plant havoc on every side
Gentle breeze now blows

Sand soft beneath feet
Sun gently warms painful back
Hummingbird zips by

Footprint of big buck
Fills my heart with great gladness
Our buck lives here still!

Shaded path leads up
To neighboring rough paved road
Donkey brays his song

Sun filters through trees
Pavement rough, hard and broken
Cars whizzing by me

Tiny dead lizard
Upside down on dark black road
I must head home now