Turquoise skies blend into ebony
Over mesa horizons
Clouds give a glorious wink
Before caressing canyons
Raindrops tease in random spurts
Glossing earth’s parched lips
Dust rises in protest
Then succumbs to the deluge
Dampening desert dreams
I inhale the petrichor
And the moment
Its Quadrille time! Write a poem of 44 words, excluding the title. De is our host and her chosen word to include is “wink”. Join in the fun at dVerse Poets Pub.
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