I have no idea what Teresa is saying.
But her gesture does appear direct
Dayna’s attention to something
over yonder.
Lots of yonders fill Ghost Ranch:
places around the bend,
atop the mesa,
down the arroyo.
Places to go,
things to see,
not here,
but yonder.
24 August 2010
Filed under Friends, Ghost Ranch People, Photo
One view barely does Kitchen Mesa justice,
but only one image per post.
14 July 2011
Filed under Ghost Ranch Views, Photo
Electrical lines cross the ranch
to bring the electricity that
affords light to read at night;
recharges batteries;
works computers;
and powers coffee makers.
1 August 2009
Filed under Ghost Ranch Views, Photo
In the morning, early in the morning,
far too early in the morning,
I rise and stumble toward the bathroom,
the vista out my window catches my attention;
I pause to watch the sun dance in shades of red
on the buildings of Morningside Heights,
calling to mind the mesas on the Colorado Plateau.
For the longest time I stand,
feeding my spirit on the city canyons’ beauty.
17 September 2011
Shire on the Hudson
Filed under Poem
Lightning pierces the blue-black night
illuminating the cholla;
the moon fights through a cloud,
turning it a pale white;
a soft breeze sweeps across the mesa,
bringing a gentle chill;
the silent night is broken only by the
chirping of crickets and the
thumping of the dryer.
11 July 2011
Ghost Ranch, NM
Filed under Poem
Along the Graybeard Trail 