Dust Storm

Across a yellow sky, cloud scraped thin

Militant canvas for sketches of wing.

Mendicant trees cup quivering palms

Prostrating themselves for rain dust alms.

More Poems :)

Day Three’s Ingredients is here

Day Four’s Mixing Things Up is here

Day Five’s Which Direction from the photo in the exercise 🙂 – is here

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