by Ethel Mortenson Davis
In the time
of the magic land,
great herds of elk
gather
for their migrating treks
across the highest points
of the ridges.
Black bears point
toward their long sleep.
New birds gather
to winter along
the dry plains of New Mexico
where plants hold
mysterious black seeds.
In the time
of the magic land,
our voices
become one with wood smoke
and roasting pinyon seeds,
and life again
is good.
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