Sunday, November 30, 2014

November 30, 2014 The Sunday Whirl/ Home for Christmas/Poets United Poets Pantry

Home for Chrsitmas


this morning was different              when i awakened
the sun was high above taos mountain

the sky streaked with the softest                            pinks creams blues & such
                                    usually it is dark as i leave for the studio

the stars still scattered in the sky                           fill my gaze
                                   
the moon bent toward the horizon
                                                plain   it has been a long night for him

a cold breeze finds it’s way through the window             chills my skin

this year’s harvest is slim                 the days pass with gathering speed

the commercial bright lights of the holidays                     out shines all that is real

in taos new mexico               in the darkness
                                                            soft footsteps & the sounds of rattles

the people prepare to celebrate                             the splendor of christmas

bonfires aglow                                               all is old          ancient

the sounds of the drums like heart beats              carry messages in the darkness
                                                                                   
snow is predicted                  it will be a white christmas at the pueblo this year



November 30, 2014


                                                                        

6 comments:

  1. Can you hear the drums of the pueblo from your studio? If so, how wonderful. Wonderful to hear them at all.....I love the thought of the traditions of old continuing today.

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  2. I really love this: "stars still scattered in the sky".. Nice.

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  3. love the atmosphere here...beautiful.

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  4. Love how you arranged the left and right sides...the left - introduces a new image, while right - gives us more details on what, where and why...beautiful painting of winter

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  5. New Mexico is like a second home to me. The thought of spending Christmas there warms my heart. Nice write!

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  6. Great poem, love the way it flows.

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