It started towards Galisteo. Do you see it?
Weaving the Rain
I smell the first rain of this spring
and leave the door open
I am reminded of a feeling I had yesterday while looking at a map of New Mexico
I was overcome by a sense of enormous space and I caught a whiff of wind
carrying rain, and I felt the gamma grass moving around me, spreading for
hundreds of miles
Outside the wind is weaving the branches with their sprays of young leaves
and flowers
The wind deftly weaving the rain
into darkness
as the trees wave
Leo Romero
