“Beltane”
May 7th, 2020 - Written in the Jemez Mountains near the San Antonio Hot Springs
Separated by a sullen strand of grass
I stood standing,
Still and aghast
At that which left me surrounded
Green, fresh and grounded
Guided by just a glimmer
We lept joyously to leave our thick hides of Winter
The dandelions grow healthy in this climate
As does my love and I’ll not deny it
The wind breathes heavy in the Jemez
And the tall grass sways as the dresses of the famous
But it’s also here where time tends to temper it’s trust
Loosen it’s grasp and lets things rust
Lingers a moment longer than prescribed by physicians
Focuses in closer rather than defies opposition
It’s here where the fictitious feel free to flail
It’s here where the fugitive hides from jail
It’s here where the Christians feel safe from Hell
And it’s here where the Rider writes his tale.