Prairie Mandala

Soft, dry, grey dust, ankle deep,

covers my feet.

Stars, in a thick blanket,

fill my sight.

Rainbows, after rainfalls,

paint my imagination.

Chinook winds, like magic,

warm me.

The brushing of the tall grass

swaying on the prairie;

the humming of solar winds

lighting up the northern sky,

their multi-colored song

whispering down the heavens;

the drumming of thunder

gathering in the foothills,

its long stampede

to a sudden sharp and shaking crash;

the scattering of raindrops

tapping on the ground,

melting in the dust,

rising to a torrent slapping down;

the rustling

of wind-blown cottonwood and poplar -

the symphony

that revives my soul.

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

really like the couplets you begin with ... kind of wanted them to keep rhyming .. then realized ... nope! not going that way :) ... starting with "the" (i have been told) can weaken a poem but it built my anticipation for the closing ... so relatable (i live in the upper midwest where fierce thunder storms roam)
we even have glimpses of the northern lights from time to time ... but the dust??? i have no idea where that came from ...
i receive a lot ... from your poem ... many facets of natures beauty and power ... blended by the music of the spheres .. such a lovely way to start my day
E.

[garrshaw]

Been too busy to read even reviews. Thankyou Einstein for yur words. The dust, up in Saskatchewan in some years is deep and soft and turns to gumbo when it rains. That's where the dust comes from - the dust bowl of the plains/prairies.

[Einstein Noodle]

ahhhhhhhhhh! we have gumbo here as well ... if its not muck it is caked and dry tho ... like pieces of a jig saw puzzle :)

[garrshaw]

yup... and when that jigsaw puzzle breaks up it becomes a real fine dust that piles up on anything and everything when it blows

[Ben Noah Suri]

Lovely write. You have neatly painted a picture with words

[garrshaw]

Thankyou Ben Noah for your review

[wordman]

storm on the prairie,almost as if i can see it

[garrshaw]

They leave a permanent record in the mind of a child. Thank you Wordman.

The slogan of my home province, Saskatchewan, is "the land of living skies".

[wordman]

indian ,you`re welcome

[garrshaw]

:):) Saskatchewan is from kisiskāciwani-sīpiy (the fast flowing river)
... ᑭᓇᓈᐢᑯᒥᑎᐣ ... :)

[garrshaw]

I don't speak or write Cree, but it is the language native to a very large part of Canada and some of the US.

[wordman]

studied some cultures in school,fascinating people

[Marie]

I like this portrait of a prairie. I can imagine the mandela it makes...

[garrshaw]

Thankyou Marie for your review.

[Priya Tyagi]

This poem takes me to the countryside. I would say, a great mode of transportation.

[garrshaw]

:) I agree Priya, poetry is a great mode of transportation. Thankyou for reading