Another Cold November Morn’

another cloudless November sky
sun-bathed landscape

not too distant mountains
dim silhouettes on the horizon

interim landscape bathed
golden, yellow, and brown

counterpoints of black and gray
define the actors in Sol’s play

as a roadrunner scampers in
among the plant-based thespians

scrub-sage and Brittlebush bones
freeze-dried in the night time cold

home to moon-frosted apparitions
waiting for yet another clear dawn

home in the Sonoran Desert
on a cold November morn’

–LE – 11/9/24