wind
The horizons of the Red Planet are so vast That the passing of time becomes imperceptible Nights follow days in their long slow caravans And as days follow days the wind from the skies Chase the cloud’s shadows on the ground And steal the footsteps from the sands Photo Hugh Ardoin The Red Planet Gallery
The unchanging times at the place where I live Time is like the wind, it sweeps across the majestic landscape and over the horizon It leaves the creases in the rocks the waves in the sand and shapes the trees to its whims The cows walk home, almost flying in a cloud of dust, they […]
So, mankind believes it can rule nature By putting no-parking signs in the fields Growing crops for free on the land it staked Its hands are everywhere but hold nothing Waiting for the clouds to offer their water For the wind to weave the greens and golds And for the sun to ripen the wheat […]