Just below the eastern horizon brother Helios stokes furnace fires and prepares his chariot for pursuit of sister night and her celestial entourage escaping westward. Before long his fierce countenance edges into pinking skies.
© Ilija Lukić 2013
As I amble down red dirt trails and ranch roads my shadow rises and falls across bountiful stretches of ripened grass panicles. The withered pulchritude glows in sunlit splendor. Soothing aromas of dried grasses fill humid morning airs. The tranquil mood fades briefly when a hawk launches from a perch in a lone tree and gracefully wings towards the rising sun. First harvester ant scouts emerge and sluggishly move about refuse piles of chaff around nest areas. Grasslands teem with bird activity. The Llano Estacado readies for another sojourn along the venerable spiral of life.
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