Let your heart be a portal for the songs of the universe.
Monday, May 2, 2011
Anvil Of The Sun
Rainless days, weeks, and months and relentless winds make mud holes on ranch roads of New Mexico’s High Plains a forgotten pleasure. I have only dim recollections of muddied trucks, shedding red putty into neat piles at parking spaces around town. The prairie remains an anvil of the sun...parched, aching for moisture.