SANTA FE AT EASTER 2004
Looking through the window
I see beauty in my sight.
Snow softly gently falling
It began sometime last night
Twas like Christmas on Ash Wednesday
The trees clothed fluffy white
All around is hushed and silent
Just the whiteness glistens bright.
As yet untouched by footsteps
Soon all from bed will rise
Yet no sound is uttered
Not even birdlike cries.
SANTA FE SNOW
Snow falllin in such beauty,
Its gentle touch upon the ground.
Trees are clothed in shining ermine,
A snowy blanket all around.
hours of the morning.
All is hushed , with muffled sound
As the day grows brighter
You can hear th footfalls crunch
By mid morn it's wetter paths
Sun is up while eating lunch
From my window a dry and arid land,
Flattened by a godforsaken hand.
shrubs to nourish eyes.
The sun gives off a subtle weak glow
The mountains veiled in mist, conceals the snow
the plateau a winding freeway lies,
A silent bird or two above it flies.
Scape stripped of green from seven years
Dry tangled, tumbleweeds, gaily roll about
A beauty wild and raw within this state,
children their drink await.