Meadowlarks give feeble voice to joys
Written upon human hearts and souls.
Icy winds engulf songs of lone cowboys
O’er snowy mesas and dry water holes.
Life slows in sand drifts along cactus trails,
Tablelands pause sunny refrains of spring,
Holed up coyotes forego moonlight wails,
Cry havoc, White Owl Woman takes wing.
Solitary windmills defy the gathering furies,
Azure horizons yield to dark wintry squalls,
Smoke rises from sheltered ranch chimneys
Amidst lark medleys and spring calf bawls.
© Ilija Lukić 2013
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