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