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Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Haboob Cinquain

dusty wind blows
a wall of sandy grit
unable to see in the storm

     Before I moved to the desert, I didn't know the word haboob, which is a fierce sand storm.  Can you write your own cinquain today?

paved road
warmed by the sun
four quail scuttle across
a rabbit races after them
good day


  1. Joy,
    I see a picture book about a typical day in the desert with your name on the spine. Go for it!

  2. Linda,
    You say the sweetest things. Thanks for the good thoughts.