The arroyo talks at night.
It tells of ancient stories
in whispered tones.
I endure. I am ways.

Deep inside the earth
mother gives us
the gift of ever
flowing, warm
water .



...and then from Samantha

More like my rose blood shadow gown
from above
less like seared blue sky leaning
we linger.
Place insists inserts asserts itself here.
Blessed with surprise of leaves
quick red birds dip flamed wings
toward dusk
and water... yes yes. Water.

-Samantha White