Gas Patch Dawn
The shadows web their winter light
across sagebrush the size of men.
The mobile homes concede their deaths
one frostbitten panel at a time. 91 more words
“Home,” a poem written by Silvia Roma, halts my breath every time I read it. There is a scene in Tamora Pierce’s Circle of Magic series where budding weather witch Trisana Chandler attempts to control the tide, absorbing the energy into herself and the boulder she sits on until it almost destroys her and disintegrates the boulder in the process. 261 more words