Abiquiu

Flat-topped mountains watch over 
Adobe houses turned hostelry
Peaking purple-hazed over fantastical
Pillars, towers of red mud stone
And white, purple again, yellow cliffs
Muddy river meanders around the old
Church, busloads and bicycle tours
Congregate under sunshine powerful
As water. 

Blue horses covered in flowers
Masterless dogs, marmalade
Shaded groves, timber
Ramadas, breakfast leavings,
Artistic business arrangements
For the moment

See where the famous painter walked, 
Her house, vegetable garden, borrowed
Horses. See where the old horsemen
Watered steeds, the new church
Rising among giant cottonwoods.
Infant voices echo from ancient cliffs
Virga falls over distant flat-topped
Mountains.

Author: Duncan MacNae

Exiled Gael, scion of the Dust Bowl, dweller within Divine Grace, admirer of mountains, I have made my peace with trout and the starlings. Looking for a river and healing trees. duncanmacduncan5@gmail.com View all posts by Duncan MacNae