Truth or Consequences
Bosque del Apache
Bernardo, south of Belen
La Madera
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black-headed grebe’s wake
crosses the perfect reflection
old cottonwood
in the still pond
far above us, sandhill cranes fly north, “chirr-ing”
snow falls over the steaming hotsprings
and here, in the broken hearted north
against my better judgment, spring returns.
February 19, 2013 at 12:54 am
LOVE! Great photos!
February 19, 2013 at 2:26 am
Glad you enjoyed them! I’m so happy with my little camera even though I know nothing about photography…
February 19, 2013 at 2:19 am
one year, years ago, during a very hard time in my life, ‘against my broken-hearted judgment,’ i spent three weeks in santa fe. these photos evoke so well the healing beauty of the place. thanks for posting them here today, miriam, along with the lovely poem….
February 19, 2013 at 2:26 am
Thank you so much–really appreciate your comment.
February 19, 2013 at 2:17 pm
Love the images and the line, “The broken-hearted north” — something about birds — eternal –
lovely.