Santa Fe May The month of May's a wayward time. It may be cold. The wind may blow. If it's frigid, you can bet Picnicking brings without fail Annuals you planted early Sunbathing may not seem so wrong. Musing on this fickle season, |
Truchas The faithful pear tree drips with nubile fruit. Fat submarine zucchini lurks Along its leathery back, A shriek And from inside a snug adobe tucked beneath Bright laundry hangs like prayer flags in the warm September breeze.
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