the wind
sculpted the dunes,
in daylight—
allowing the sun
to paint, thru its light
the lucent spirit— of the dunes'
motley peaks and fevered breadth
the wind
carved the dunes,
at night—
allowing the moon
to sketch, thru its glow
the mystic soul— of the dunes'
muted slopes and cold blanket roll
May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 2:43 AM UTC
the wind
sculpted the dunes,
in daylight—
allowing the sun
to paint, thru its light
the lucent spirit— of the dunes'
motley peaks and fevered breadth
the wind
carved the dunes,
at night—
allowing the moon
to sketch, thru its glow
the mystic soul— of the dunes'
muted slopes and cold blanket roll