As autumns grip reached out 'n touched these lands,
Leaves 've finally begun their journey.
Fields 'f ripened corn, sorghum 'n milo dance 'cross the farmlands,
One can get lost, e'en mesmerized by its artistry...
Leaves that once were deep emerald green,
Turned opaque shades 'f peach 'n pale oranges.
Now, alas, change nearin' complete, transforms 'em most pristine.
Shocked by cold 'n shortened days, I look fondly 'pon deeper shades 's they're kissed by bronzes.
Down The Garden Path...
Sometimes ya jest need to feel more grounded. What could do so more'n towerin' pines, cedars, a sprinklin' 'f deciduous trees. The sound 'f runnin' water, a place to dip one's toes. To witness life'n a small, intimate way. Somethin' that could be beheld from both indoors 'n out, yet secluded 'n unknown from outside those 'walls'.
This journey began small 's we dug through caliche, which somehow'd been hidin' jest mere inches below the soil. A pond was fashioned, tiny saplings scattered 'round. Vines 'f the virginia creeper, merely twigs, were lined 'round the perimeter.
If'n Ya Build It....they will come
Dragonflies 'n damselflies came by the bushel it seemed. Their aerial shenanigans brought me much delight! Reds, yellows, blues 'n greens darted 'cross the pond. They also chose to lay their eggs there 's well. Unbeknownst to me, til that first autum when the leaves began to fall 'n the 'real work' began - the daily cleanin' 'f leaves from the waters. Their nymphs look 'kin to some sci-fi critter, so many legs 'n a powerful jaw. That cycle 'f life unfolded right 'fore my very eyes.
If'n ya aint nothin' better to do...
We'll wallow in peace 'n tranquility, admire the purty blossoms that'll abound. 'n then? Sneak off 'n meet my equine friends. 't the end'f the day, magic'll dot 'cross these New Mexico skies 's the sun begins to set. Shockin' yellows, salmon pinks, deep crimsons 'n streaks 'f white 'll dance 'round azure colored skies to our great delight...