Sandstorm
Published in
Jul 22, 2021
The sky oranges. Ten billion billion
flecks of dust take their cirrus place
and filter all other colors from the sky.
A gentle breeze suggests the fury
holding half the desert aloft. Pumpkin
light shows detail otherwise unseen.
At the height of day, the world glows orange.
Sunset. The pumpkin fades as the mold
of dusk covers it. Pale faces in somber hues
move through a sepia tin-type, unsure
what the sky will bring tomorrow.
Thunder crashes. Great drops of mud
return the dust to earth where it
will dry and wait to be carried aloft again
by the wind.
© Sean C. Jones, 2021
Thank you for reading my poetry.
