Poem: Taos Bound — Greg Hobbs

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Taos Bound

Through the Sangre de Cristo
on the verge of the equinox
crossing over

into the valley of the Rio Grande,
the seasons of the earth
tip back and forth

into the tilling.

“The snow had stopped, the gauzy clouds that had ribbed the arch of heaven were now all sunk into one soft white fog over the Sangre de Cristo mountains.”

— Willa Cather

Greg and Bobbie Hobbs 3/17-19/2018

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