The Sunday Poem: Stewart S. Warren... Santa Barbara Canyon in Autumn Rain

Even the title of this poem is full of Enchantment.  Santa Barbara Canyon is on the north side of the Pecos Wilderness and is much loved by those who have been there.  And this morning as I post this piece while sitting in the lobby of the El Pueblo Lodge in Taos...well, let's just say that under the dusting of snow, the leaves are still golden.


Albuquerque poet Stewart S. Warren is the author of five volumes of poetry plus a host of other works. All his book royalties go to WaterAid America.




Santa Barbara Canyon in Autumn Rain



Damp gold leaves; fir, spruce,

pine needles; moss.

All is soft in the mist:

faces, hands, thoughts, thirsty rock.


The twert of a distant bird

      as deep as we are

beneath a canopy of heliotropic reach.

Daises come out in the rain.


On a fallen log words seep

onto your notebook. We part.

The path calls me further,

feet only to feel, not a sound—


I move on moist air.

I’m a secret tree detached,

      travelling among friends.

They greet me as a spirit.


At the spring—thrushes, maiden hair fern.

The river is a voice of clouds,

the sea in single file.

I’m a shimmering pool with wings.



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Comment by Sandra Vallie on October 9, 2011 at 9:06am
Thank you, Stewart, for these beautiful pictures of New Mexico. The poem goes well with the mist on the blue mountains and the cloud patterns this morning.
Comment by Margaret Randall on October 9, 2011 at 9:49am
I love this poem. I love the way the adjectives describing nature subtly give way to thoughts and thirsty rock. Our surroundings enter us and we them, and in this union other things happen. Great use of language... and of knowledge.
Comment by Julie Brokken on October 9, 2011 at 10:14am

Magic as alway Beauty Way Man!  Especially love the "the river is a voice of clouds, the sea in single file".  Rich.  Thank you.


Comment by Dee Cohen on October 10, 2011 at 5:35am
Another peacefully beautiful poem Stewart. I especially like the disembodied feel of becoming one with the trees. This poem feels well earned by someone who has spent a lot of time thinking about our relationship with nature. Stewart also read on Sunday at Adobe Walls #3 publication. A great success. Dee
Comment by Merimee Moffitt on October 16, 2011 at 9:20am
You're a sharp shooter, hit the target, have us ride that arrow into your space.  Sweet, inspiring, autumn poem--a good-morning poem


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