Desert
dusty wind blows
a wall of sandy grit
unable to see in the storm
haboob
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
Joy,
ReplyDeleteI see a picture book about a typical day in the desert with your name on the spine. Go for it!
Linda,
ReplyDeleteYou say the sweetest things. Thanks for the good thoughts.