a photograph by Ethel Mortenson Davis
When we visited Cedaredge, Colorado, taking Tom’s mother with us, the motel we stayed in was filled with hunters. They got up before dawn to go out on Grand Mesa to hunt, but later on in the day we went for a drive in the area around Cedaredge and found fields full of deer close to houses where they would be safe.
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a photograph by Ethel Mortenson Davis
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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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a photograph by Ethel Mortenson Davis
Grand Mesa is the largest and highest flat top mountain in the world. One of its characteristics is that it is dotted with hundreds of lakes that sparkle in the sun.
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by Ethel Mortenson Davis
The laughing
black bear
disappears
into the sky-
I know he’s there
only because
of the glints
of light
flashing
in his eyes.
copyright,I Sleep Between the Moons of New Mexico, 2010.
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