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:
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.
I really love this: "stars still scattered in the sky".. Nice.
love the atmosphere here...beautiful.
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
New Mexico is like a second home to me. The thought of spending Christmas there warms my heart. Nice write!
Great poem, love the way it flows.
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