The sky
in its liquid blue moisture
permeates my being –
most of autumn and all
of summer rings the air of snow
and rain, rendering the landscape
soft yet modeled by the sun
it is like
this memory of my
own voice listed in the
afterthoughts of the day –
with this setting sun as light,
Sandia golds and raw umbers
scar the desert in its rays

© Thespian Drummer