Archives for the month of: December, 2013

What We Need is Here
Geese appear high over us,
pass, and the sky closes. Abandon,
as in love or sleep, holds
them to their way, clear
in the ancient faith: what we need
is here. And we pray,
not for a new earth or heaven, but to be
quiet in heart, and in eye,
clear. What we need is here.
—Wendell Berry

A house full of friends, with a big pot of tamales steaming on the stove.
Cheese plates.
Punch and Judy at the ranch.
Biscochitos.
Christmas lights.
Board games.
Gingerbread for breakfast.
The smell of pine.
The spazzy glow seen in the eyes of children.
Meeting for hot toddies.
Farolitos.

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Normal people are sleeping at dawn, when the thermometer says 6 but the windchill is -10.

Walking into the bosque, along the Rio Grande, I come upon the perfect Christmas tree, lying in my path.

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