“Autumn in New Mexico”
The golden curtains shine
to the ground and grass
Through bright high-arched double rainbows,
children of the rain
and setting sun
The air is tangible
yellow, fragrant
The luxurious fingers of the wind
caresses the trailing green tresses
of swaying desert willows
while the orchestral cicadas
play their evening waltzes
on the wing, electrical instruments
And the night draws its starlit shadows
about the eternally unfinished symphony of nature
“SPRING RETURN”
GROUND EMISSIONS
YOUR PROLONGED BREATH,
EXHALE,
REVEAL YOUR SOUL
IN LIVING AND IMPECCABLE RAINBOW
BLOOMING ON THE BRANCHES,
BURIED, GROWING UNDER THE ROCKS,
THRIVING IN NESTS AND FIELDS –
PLAYING MELODIES WITH MY SENSES,
THE EARTH SHOWS ITS SOUL
WITH SILENT SONG
“SUMMER RETURN”
THE SOUNDS OF SUMMER
START UP
IN THE ENGINES THAT REVOLUTIONIZE AND BUZZ
OF LAWN MOWERS DEFROSTING
FROM THE FROST OF THE LONG WINTER
CHILDREN’S VOICES
CARRIED INTO THE EVENING DISTANCES,
TO ENJOY
SUNLIGHT AFTER DINNER,
TASK SET ASIDE FOR NOW
UNTIL THE SUNSET OF NIGHT COMES
THE INSISTENT BIRDS AND THE CRICKETS
THAT ENCOURAGES THE WARM AIR
LIKE THE FRESH BREATH OF THE NIGHT
LET’S GO AND DAY OF DEALS,
ONE STEP CLOSER
TO THE SOUNDS OF SUMMER
STARTING AGAIN
“THIS DAY”
TODAY IS A DAY
FULL OF BEAUTY
AND GRACE
THE WIND IN THE TREES,
caresses my face
THE SKY IS SO CLEAR
LIKE A CRYSTAL BLUE OCEAN
THE EXQUISITE AIR
CONVERTS MY SOUL, MY EMOTIONS
i listen to god
IN THE SONG
OF BIRDS THAT BUILD NESTS
ON A DAY LIKE TODAY,
IT’S NOT AN ANNOYING THING
PEACE IN MY HEART,
THE JOY IN MIND
SHINE
THROUGH THE DARKNESS,
MAKE ME FEEL
LESS APART
OF MY FAMILY,
HUMANITY,
AND OF ALL THINGS
DIVINE
“SKY PAINTING”
I’M LOOKING AT SHAPE SHIFTERS
VERY HIGH,
STRANGE LOVELY PAINTINGS
MADE BY HEAVEN
MISTY FLOATING POPULATIONS,
EVER CHANGING, SOMETIMES EMOTIONAL
CRYING TEARS FOR OUR DRY LAND,
TO BRING NEW LIFE TO BARE AND DRY SAND
THEY COME AND GO IN THE SKIES,
REFLECT YOUR MAGIC IN MY EYES,
AND AS THEY GO, NEW CLOUDS ARISE
“A MEETING OF TUMBLEWEEDS”
A MEETING OF TUMBLEWEEDS
Hesitating, shivering at the side of the highway shoulder
UP TO AN ODD,
SMALL HOT BREATHING WIND SCAPPER BY
AND SENT THESE AERIAL AND BOUNCING SKELETONS
OF A DRY AND BLUE NEW MEXICO
SOMERSAULTING, RACING
THROUGH THE DUSTY FIELDS AND FIELDS
DESERT WINTER
“MAJESTY OF THE MOON”
THE MOON IS TOASTING
IN ITS OWN REFLECTED LIGHT,
AND FLOATS,
TO THE MAJESTIC AND BRIGHT PRESENCE
ABOUT VOCAL, LIVING CLOUDS
OF THE MIGRANT BIRDS OF THE NIGHT
AND THE BLOWING AIR OF TWILIGHT
INFUSED WITH PINK AND ORANGE TONES
FROM SUNSET TO EARLY AUTUMN
AND ENDLESS POSSIBILITIES
“FALL RETURN”
IN A BEAUTIFUL RAIN, THE TREES
GIVE BACK YOUR SHARE OF BLUE
IN THE AUTUMN AIR,
BACK TO HEAVEN,
TO REVEAL THE GOLD AND YELLOW SUN
HIDDEN IN ITS LEAVES
THE RIVERS RISE
IN A BEAUTIFUL RAIN, I
FLOAT ON PULSATING WINDS
MY LIQUID WINGS
SHINE,
REFLECTED IRIDESCENCE
TO THE STARS
LIKE BARE BRANCHES
THEIR SOULS AT THE APPROACH OF WINTER
AND ALL THE RIVERS
RAISE
“WIND DANCERS”
DANCE OF THE TREES
TO THE RHYTHM OF THE WIND,
LOOKING AT HIS MYRIARIES OF ARMS
IN EXUBERANT ABANDONMENT
WHILE THEY SWING AND BEND
IN ROOTED FASCINATION
THE AIR IS FILLED
WITH THE MUSIC OF ITS LEAVES
“A PIECE OF GOD”
THE HAND OF GOD
IT’S MADE OF WIND
WHICH
BACK TO HAIRBRUSHES
FROM THE FLOWERING TREES OF SPRING
AND GRASS
AND DANDELION TREMBLING
AND NUDGES OPEN
THE OPEN DOORS OF YOUNG TWILIGHT
(JUST STEP TO SAY “HELLO!”)
THEN THE SWEATERS
FIRMLY, SOFTLY CLOSED,
LEAVING GOD’S PEACE BEHIND
“Silent Life”
silent snow
silent day
mistral fairies
break off
from deep in the sky
silent silence
silent sound
weightless crystals
Back home
as the songbirds of winter sigh
silenttrees
silent land
floating petals
birth seeds
our world no longer dries up
(All (c) Rev. Rebecca Guile Hudson
