western eye press

I meant to tell you

 

the ponies on the top of the hill

live in the wind

and are silhouetted by the mountains

spotted and black in the snow

they move about

with nothing but the sky

on their shoulders

frosty breath

dust

yucca

fur

things on the top of the world

are dry and singular

so intimate

and vast

 

I meant to tell you that I love you

that I’m leaving

but the words were too big

or too small

laid out across my life

 

now all we have are words

they come like

snow falling

in the mountains.

 

 

A collection of heartfelt and heartwarming poems, composed in the bardic tradition of speaking them into being—oral rather than written compositions, celebrating life and those living it in rural Rocky Mountain Colorado and elsewhere across the West. The first book by a popular and much loved community poet who lives, works, and creates her magic in the small and unconventional town of Crestone, Colorado, at the foot of the Sangre de Cristo mountains.