Following a stone pathway
down to a small brook gurgling
past a small cottage,
she sat down on a big log
by the brook, glancing
around her.
The smoke of burning pinion
from adobe chimneys
wafted through the air,
reminiscent of her favorite
place in autumn.
She loved the air here
any time of year,
but especially when
sunlight fell
mystical and gentle,
in air spicy and cozy.
In autumn,
giant cottonwoods clustered
along streams,
arroyos, and
the centuries old plaza,
dropped~~
~~fluttering~~
~~leaves~~
to land in colorful crunchy piles.
The old woman’s wrinkled face
cracked
in a thousand directions
as she smiled brightly, realizing
she was
in her
favorite place
in her
favorite season,
autumn…
Taos, New Mexico,
truly, land of enchantment!
© Elaine Wood-Lane
4/12/15
Sunshine Lane 