Where I Write/imaginary gardens with real toads

Where I Write

My house is small

Just a little casita

Years ago, we build a studio

A place to paint

A place to work

A place to write

My desk faces Northeast

To my right

I look out at Taos Valley

To the village below

And the mountains beyond

I can see the early morning sun

Rise with pale pinks flooding

A pale blue early morning sky 

Over the dark blue mountains

To my left I can see 

Mostly sky usually blue

Just outside the widows

The sage brush grows

The view is very similar

To looking out to sea

The sage a low intensity green

That looks very much like waves

I am often reminded of my home

On the coast

I write on the computer

My chair is a worn office chair

Blue green

Classical music 

Visibly floats in the air 

Sounds from a piano, or cello, or violin

Keeping time

For otherwise time would be lost 

As I am lost in my work

October 27, 2018