
This is cottonwood fluff adrift
on cold, lilac air —
a change in the weather
over stacked valley houses.
Billowing clouds
push east,
the receding sun
now on the faraway hillsides
unaware of all this,
my neighborhood walk.
The Collected Essays, Stories, and Poetry of Kathleen Raygoza

This is cottonwood fluff adrift
on cold, lilac air —
a change in the weather
over stacked valley houses.
Billowing clouds
push east,
the receding sun
now on the faraway hillsides
unaware of all this,
my neighborhood walk.