How to welcome winter in West Tx

The icy wind
Wakes me to my senses

 

Knocking back
Pressing forward

Flags pop and flap
Beating their own tune

Dust devils find you
No matter where you are

Leaves on trees
Replaced with WalMart bags

Free exfoliating sensation
Greeting my moist lips

All of these senses can endure

While I ponder the winter sunset

A sunset so big
I am swallowed whole

Like a fire ant on a giant round ball
Floating down stream