Winter Sketch

Today there is snow all over the valley

And we ride in a little world hidden from the mountains.

The hills behind Pojuaque that are usually painted on the

sky

The color of fire against the color of mountains

Tonight are hyacinth pink on a grey cloud curtain,

Fading to violet, fading to no color at all.

And here is a house with a blue door and a blue-framed

window

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Like a reminder of the sky, and a lamp lit in it;

And three pigs; and a cow chewing her cud in a dooryard;

Finally only the noiseless invisible snow pricking down out

of darkness.