Darkly Descending…

Mysterious inhabitant...

Sugar sand swirls,

White as snow but warm to touch….

tracing tracks and tracking traces,

 walking stick making filigrees of an old, forgotten language…

—–

The earth opens up….

Under some brush within the sand,

a doorway appears…

Shrouded in darkness and capped by mystery…

—–

My eyes are not the equal of this challenge…

my stick a cut too short…

the darkness so deceiving…

as darkness tends to be…

—–

The wind picks up as a cloud snatches the sun….

A rustling in the grass brings a quick glance…

Nothing is there save the sun and my fears…

Pivoting, I turn away off to the springs…

—–

some curiosity is just never fulfilled..

David L. Whitman 04/08/2012 from under a sky so blue…

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