poetry
CM Mayo
IN THE GUADALUPE MOUNTAINS
Mountains blush in mist
dawn’s breezes caress the oaks
distant roar of trucks
Peaks zigzag the sky
thorns, scat, prickly pear flowers
fossils underfoot
Deep blue well of day
by my shoe a lizard darts
under cream-white rock
Small pine cones scattered
water burbling upon stones
wind nudges me home
Sun sinks to the ridge
sumac’s shade lengthens, shivering
cloud like a squished frog
Birdsong at twilight
sudden silver on sotol
shadows sculpt puddles
Like handfuls of salt
stars in a velvet cold bowl
oil fields glowing pink
by C.M. Mayo
Cenizo
First Quarter 2019
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