Squirrel dashes through thrash of limbs,
takes shortcut across black wire. The wind
howls while pushing gray sky about.
Blue were the wind sounds at my dawn hike,
I alone on the red canyon rim, a coyote pack
soon joining in chorus. The howl was lost,
was missed when living far away, that childhood
lullaby of the prairie. Though a lonely sound,
it welcomes, is welcoming. Yesterday wore
sunny, still and astonishing dress.
Today wraps me up in home.