A Poem from Janet Cannon's  Poetry Room at IsleWrite.com

on the mesa

strong southwest winds
huff wildly for hours

and push sage brush
tumbleweed balls high like

soap bubbles in the sky
and bend six-foot strong

native sunflower stalks
to short weed height

the dust devils dance
freeform choreographies all

over the ground kicking dirt
into abstract swirling designs

above the unassuming earth
in the distance mountain

silhouettes remain stalwart
unaffected and not moving

inside the steadfast air
passing by howling away

Poem by  Janet Cannon

Previously published in
Southwestern American Literature
(Texas State University - San Marcos)