Last Day

It is a sudden snowy day- briefly.

Is it the Sandia Mountain saying goodbye?
Throwing their clouds,

to say-

Snowbound.

It is a blowing windy day-as usual.

Is it the valley saying goodbye?
Hauling the gust of wind,

to say-

Wind blocked.

It is a bright sunny day-nothing odd.

Is it the New Mexican sun saying goodbye?
Warming up the tears,

to say-

Flooded.

It is a day of mixed weather,

as confused as my heart

can tolerate-

until our car passes the city limits,

beyond where the tumbleweeds

can chase.