DUNES
 
 
I see a branch of driftwood
Appear then disappear
In a brief and subtle breeze
That ripples 'cross the land
Like a magician's sleight of sand.
The fine grains carve the mountains
And polish granite cliffs.
Snake-like ridges undulate
As patterns gently shift
And desert grasses vanish
In the sand dunes' evening drift.
 
 
©23 March 2010, Alan Winters

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