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by Ethel Mortenson Davis

I sleep
between the moons of New Mexico—
sunset and sunrise.
My bed is the yellow-ocher grasses
dotted with green juniper and piñon.

I am the summer sun climbing
from the life-giving phase
into the deadly phase–
like the rattlesnake,
deadly and life-giving,
that blends into the yellow grasses
as it careens along
the canyon’s face.

I cover myself
with the blue mountains,
with moon-like stars.

I am the spirit of wonderment.
I am a spell
upon every living being
in my path.

Copyright © 2010, I Sleep Between the Moons of New Mexico


Filed under Ethel Mortenson Davis, Poetry

Monaco, Houses and Sea

a photograph by Sophia Wood, our granddaughter


Filed under Art, Photography