Evening storm clouds may bring moisture to arid lands near Grants, New Mexico.
A decorative planter is offered for sale at a New Mexico gift shop.
Some little red stones
looking good enough to eat
top the blue glazed pot.
Haiku and photo © by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “The Food We Eat”
Dead mullein stalks poke out of the snow in northern New Mexico.
Winter is coming with sleet, ice, and snow;
Herons will shiver and so will the crow.
Rivers of snot will run from kids’ noses—
They won’t be smelling bouquets of roses.
Slippery sidewalks will make old folks fall;
Traffic on freeways will slow to a crawl.
But there are some places winter won’t touch:
India, Panama, Guinea, and such.
To people who live there, southerly folk,
Winter’s privations are merely a joke.
It’s all in your viewpoint, how winter looks.
Remember: Broth spoils with too many cooks.
Poem © 2018 and photo © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
Aztec Ruins National Monument, Aztec, New Mexico
Animas River near Cedar Hill, San Juan County, New Mexico