A small grassy area along Big Tesuque Creek

A small grassy area along Big Tesuque Creek, S branch, which I have not yet explored.

Every sentient being is my friend.

 Elusive! is the feeling of the fall
To write in words
Or say in speech
Although it is most glorious of all.

The Library of Babel must contain
Within its vast expanse,
Like never ending chants,
The feeling of the autumn breeze
And leaves maturing on the trees.

The sun is warm upon my back
Like never-ending, ceaseless black
From high above, come tumbling down
All the stars, onto the town.

 ‘Cus Earth is just a rock floating through space,
And I, a very small part of its face.
So float and tumble on!
I’ll miss you when I’m gone!
Oh! Big Tesuque in the morning dawn!