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Desert Floor Leaders
Their feet flattens
The path of the plains
Especially
on snow-covered land.
Their eyes pierce darkness
Of which they own.
Their fearless will to survive
Unites
their spirit with other
Monarchs as they travel
Alone or in packs.
The gales of winter's winds
Are no match
for these mates
That are bound by respect for life.
They howl hauntingly
In to the night on the rim
Of the
canyon. All Creatures
Know the rule of their sound.
They are as powerful
as New Mexico's desert floor
of
prickly pears and cacti stumps.
Their breathtaking stance showcases
the Desert Floor Leaders
Known as the New
Mexico Wolf.
© 2002 Carol
Dee Meeks
New Mexico
Autumn Glistening
Leaves of yellow, orange,
and gold
shine
and sparkle like
wet streets in reflections
of light.
The sparkle passes away when
day swallows night;
blooms
again when
morning returns.
The Leaves take our breath
in months of three:
September,
October,
November.
Its
months of golden splendor.
canyons of trees,
exceeding brilliance,
Magnificence,
high rank,
As a
ruler.
© 2001 Carol Dee Meeks
The Wanderer
He
roams
The fields at night;
Alone,
Just him and his
Eyes that penetrate
Darkness.
Only
the moon
Knows his steps
As it follows his shadow.
The watcher,
The wanderer,
The eyes,
That see through midnight;
The wolf of silence.
© Carol
Dee Meeks
She Comes Out in the Fall
Round, like an apple,
and of the Arachnida Class,
she weaves orbs in
large circles;
this small, friendly lass.
In a weaving dual,
she won her name.
Small but sure,
she's proud
of her fame.
Her coming out party
is in the fall.
Her tatted lace greets
you when
you come to call.
To look at, she's not much.
But she'll help around your home
with insects
and such.
A small little body
and harmless as well.
She is the pumpkin spider
weaving
her spell.
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