Mocking Sky – a poem

The Texas winter mocks
with dust instead of snow
and bare mesquite to testify with thorns
against a shred of weakness.

The Texas winter gusts
fiercely from the south –
grit on lips, in eyes, on tongues that wonder
where the deer drink.

The Texas winter sinks
in rust and blood and peaches
beneath the horizon. Sweetly, sweetly,
she sips the clouds.

The Texas winter clothes herself in cicada song,
and all the stars applaud.

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