Sometimes The people we love Leave With parkas rustling In the wind Their scent lingering In the air Long after They are gone Like candlelight Fading into darkness Seeds of marigold Carried by the wind Or the golden leaves Of tall aspens trembling In the October breeze Falling to the ground Swirling The ones special…
Mesa Verde
Where did the song go – The one riding the wings of the wind As the deep drums hummed Where did the smoke go – The one rising from roasting stew Blessing the cornmeal shared Where did the dancing go – The swaying rhythm that carried spirits Through scorching days and darkest nights Where did…