|One more winter snow out my front window.|
Is this the last snow of winter?
My studio is so quiet this morning. There is the hum of the heater giving warmth to me and my writing.
Snow falls out my window, the window that is curtained with red silk and tied back with Mardi Gras beads.
My two desks are full of the trades of my art....the laptop, camera, files, coffee cup, a couple broken pencils and photos of my little grandchildren.
Is this the last of the winter I ask myself? I take time to watch the snowflakes as big as silver dollars float by and I find myself on the front porch taking the last photo.
I come back in and find the book, "Many Winters," watching me from the shelf.
I pull it down and gaze through the poems of Nancy Wood, her poetry from the Pueblos. It is a stunning book and still available for buying and reading.
Here is an excerpt on the "last photo of winter day."
Many winters I blew the stars around
So that the place where each star fell
Was where a river grew
Taking as its course to the sea
The path of the winter sun.
Many winters the trees slept with me
And the animals walked on my breast
Just as the birds drew near
Seeking warmth from my fire
Which took the sting from the night.
"Many Winters, Prose and Poetry of the Pueblos"
Spring will come, my northern friends, just as the southern wind will come and blow winter away for her long-earned rest. We just hope the wind begins soon!