Take The Time

Take the Time

I stand…
Stoicallyand with solemnity,
Perplexed at the alluring prarie
which callsout to me so silently
With it’s resounding resources.
Showcasing its’ glorious grace.
Strong with senses.

I stare…
So boldly at the beautiful, barren
desert, dawdling dreamily
Unseen by so many
As they hurry on on their way...
Time is the travelers master; and
They cannot waste it on a prairie.

I see…
New sagebrush as it slowly
surges forth with strength.
Emerald grasses for grazing goats.
The few trees teasedby the breeze...
With arms raised in peace
to the Heavens.


I feel…
The soft wind caress my being
Trying to peek under my skirt
And then run away like a schoolboy.
The dust devils spray sand in circles;
it burns my face like
a million shards of crystal.



I hear;
Wings of vultures, vying for a
Scrap of something, screeching...
At all others to stay away from
the prize that is theirs.
Songbirds sublime tunes
Make me close my eyes.



I taste…
The salts and spices
Floating by on the weary wind
Making me hungry somehow
Sending me sincere signals
That it is time to return home.
But not before …


I smell…
The pungentaroma of the sagebrush
crushed beneath my feet.
Wild roses in bloom
Sending soft, subtle scents
of sweetness washingover me.


IlaMae Stucki © 4/8/2009