I am a daughter of the prairie and limitless skies. My heart sings whenever I travel west to the Dakotas, open land and unending horizons before me. Sky views from the expanse of windows from where I live, ten floors up, soothe my soul bound by the city. And when I pay attention, the heavens tell endless tales.
Late Night Squall
A bruised dawn awakens puffy and purple,
the corner of the horizon sanguinary
as
Sol struggles to peer through slits
in the overcast.
Marilyn Aschoff Mellor
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