#highdesert
The moon calls to me tonight—
I cannot resist her charms.
I slip beyond the confines of my room
To let the evening soak into my soul.
A full moon spills her silver light,
Darkness braided with her glow.
Rocky earth crunches beneath my feet,
Each step alive with sound and scent.
The high desert hums its song:
Stars glimmer, coyotes cry.
A noisy stillness fills the air,
As daylight’s brightness fills the sky.
My heaven is green grass,
And scent of sagebrush and hay.
I belong in this moonlit nirvana,
Where constellations burn like fire.
Aug 12, 2025
Aug 12, 2025 at 1:52 PM UTC
"Casa Gonzales, leave a message."
In this lilting, merry voice,
you can hear her kindness,
even that famous dry wit.
A dusty Sunday afternoon drew me here,
and I knocked shyly on the handmade door.
Stirred from easy conversation with friends
by the energetic, furry little dogs,
a tall, courtly gentleman came to greet me.
In him I saw a graceful manner,
the wisdom of a life well-lived, and kindness too.
Together we walked to the opened door of
the little casita beside their home.
They had been newlyweds here,
began their family in this bedroom
that could be mine.
Looking down at me, more than once,
he said: "You would be safe here."
Words that soaked into my bones,
into my heart.
Time has gone by and I
have made my home here
on this simple, holy ground,
beneath the shining stars,
safe, and deep in joy, beside
Casa Gonzales.
May 29, 2016
May 29, 2016 at 12:44 PM UTC
Almost breathing in that heady,
pungent, earthiness,
even if it's only in my mind.
All over Santa Fe, New Mexico,
folks will be roasting
this year's green chiles,
and I am feeling
an unexpected ache
for a place I thought
I had left forever.
Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 6:28 PM UTC