On Christmas Eve
I’ll go to the Pueblo
I will be the
Christmas visitor
It is there with
their ancient rituals
Bonfires light up the
base of Taos Mountain
Men carry Mary and
the baby Jesus on their shoulders
They will shoot their
guns
I will remember
All that can't be bought
I will remember
All that can't be bought
On Christmas Day
The people will
preform the
Deer-dance this year
December 5, 2017
Walk in The Snow
Crunch is a harsh word to say
And harsh to hear
It hangs with a harsh gang
Crunch, scrunch, grumble, and groan
The crunch I like best
Is to walk in the snow
And crush the crystals beneath my feet
And crush the crystals beneath my feet
December 5, 2017
12 comments:
It adds so much texture to life though,
the small grindings. The worst is broken bones
and broken things though. Because you know
its going to hurt - even if just in the loss
of memories.
I like the crunch of snow too.
Hopefully we get some this year.
Ah....you've done double duty with the quadrille and the visit -- both well done! I do love saying the quadrille aloud...the sounds are really there and oh yes....the crunch of snow that is slightly sleet covered so a bit icy. I also love the silence of a soft fluffy snow -- especially if I can get out to walk in it before there are any footprints there!
And I really enjoyed your Christmas shape visitor poem. We go each Christmas Eve to Boston's Old North Church, Paul Revere's church. It is the only time during the year that the church is lit only by candlelight -- 200+ year old brass candle chandeliers and wall sconces...the old church box pews. It is such a magical time and I feel as a visitor in a very special place. Your poem made me feel this way also.
Love both the quadrille... the crunch of the snow... I long for the winter too. It sounds so wonderful to visit the pueblo... the scene reminds of the books by Tony Hillerman..
Both of these are beautiful and I it is so touching to hear of your Christmas traditions, I ma glad to be back in a place where the spirit of Christmas is valued.
I enjoyed the quadrille and its snowy crunch. I also love your visit to the pueblo, Annell. I knew nothing about the Christmas ritual of carrying Mary and baby Jesus. I don't think I'd like the guns, though.
I like your take on the word crunch. I can't take it seriously as a word either. The first poem is lovely. pagan and primitive.
I would love to go to the pueblo with you. There I am sure you will feel true reverence, following the ancient ways of the people. Lovely, Annell. I would love to see the deer dance!
Love me some New Mexico; sister-in-law has a place in Cloudcroft, near the Apaches. Your Q44 made me mile, but the pueblo visit made me sigh; nice job on both.
Love the crunch that is related to the snowy ground. It gives that feeling of having achieved the better of some coldness to the feet!
Hank
I was just at Taos last week, at the Pueblo, and heard of the coming Christmas event. Odd how Natives, abused by the church later embraced it -- though they mixed in their own stuff. Very odd.
interesting to read about how the season is celebrated in different cultures, loved the walk in the snow, so magical
Very nice, Annell...will never forget the first time visiting Mexico and the parade of people carrying the Virgin de Zapopan!
Special memories...
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