Undulating storms
Breathe life into flaccid land
Lifeblood is transfused
Washing clean the earth from sky
Returning to whence it came
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Tag Archives: dust
Mushroom Cloud (Haiku)
Mushroom cloud of grey
Taking heavens center stage
~~ A storm approaches
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
The Wall – A Haiku
Image Credit: azdot.gov
Wall fast approaching
Haboob swallowing daylight
Welcome the dust bowl
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Author’s Note: Monsoon season is here in Arizona and these walls of dust are quite frequent visitors. What an awesome sight.
Specks Of Dust
Specks of dust, like a million tiny travelers
Float in and out of lemon colored rays.
Where did they come from and where are they going?
What were they before they were this,
The dander of cat or dog or me perhaps,
Maybe fragments of antiquity, blown in from the desert
Or from the gardens in my backyard.
They seem eager to get where they are going,
Stopping for nothing or no one,
Determined in their own mindless way,
Traveling the beams into the clear blue sky.
Could they be angels invisible but for the sacred light?
Giving just a glimpse, a brief look into their world,
Then just as quickly they are gone,
Vanishing into the darkness, but always there,
Watching us as we go about our lives.
Maybe this “dust” is not dust at all,
But something more, something alive or animated.
Maybe its a perfect world so unlike our own,
One which we could only hope to aspire too,
Perfection in miniature,
Just maybe.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Hades Screams
Hades screams its torrid winds,
Scorching earth of bone and skin.
Desolate ground of sun bleached sand,
Reminiscent of lunar land.
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Scrub brush torn from shallow root,
Crushed to dust while under foot.
Watching step for danger lurks,
From thorn and fang and stingers work.
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Blistering flesh under cloudless sky,
Waterless fools most surely die.
So this goes for man and beast,
It matters not be most or least.
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Call of hawk and vulture above,
No place for cardinal, sparrow or dove.
Unforgiving this land it takes,
Seizing on each and every mistake.
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Birds of prey circle and wait,
For nature to inflict a certain fate.
A hearty meal in barren land,
Relying on the feast at hand.
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Wasteland though it seems to be,
There’s so much more than the eye can see.
It’s beauty lies not in pleasing flowers,
Nor in forests where great pine trees tower.
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Instead it lies in stark contrast,
To seashores blue landscape so vast.
Inhospitable appearance its enduring charm,
In spite of all potential harm.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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