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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