sand still clouds our valley
blocking the serene mountain view
later, winds settle down
blue skies break through once again
i’m stuck inside, emptying cupboards
boxing up kitchen for remodel
walking dogs i drink in color
and breath new air
but November’s green grass is turning
if i don’t expect perfection
life’s still full, beautiful
blood moon tomorrow early, morning
no doubt i will awaken.
I wrote this for National Poetry Month Day 14. Brian, over at dVerse tickled my muse with his tenWord form. Quite fun.