May 232012
 

We visit the area around Alameda frequently. There is a large free parking area just southeast of the bridge. This area is the northern end of the miles-long Paseo del Bosque bike trail through the bosque. Within an easy walk are the old bridge, now closed to cars but used by walkers, cyclists, and equestrians, as well as unpaved trails radiating east, south, and north along both sides of the river. In fact, there are multiple levels of trails along the acequias and closer to the riverbank. What a fabulous area to hike, especially early in the day. (The shade is great but may not be cool enough by late afternoon, even in late spring.)

Birds are an an added bonus to the other natural beauty of the area, which includes wonderful views of the Sandia Mountains and the Rio Grande river,

On our most recent hike, we saw blue grosbeaks and summer tanagers, among other birds. On previous occasions, we’ve seen hawks galore, as well as porcupines and a camel.


Birds and more in Alameda Bosque, north of Albuquerque, New Mexico is a post from Ah, Wilderness! . Let me know what you think. peace, mjh

 Posted by at 7:47 am on Wed 05/23/12
Apr 162012
 

porcupine near Cabezon, New MexicoAdd this to my totem:
the porcupine —
fearsome
barbed
solitary
all defense
but subject still
to the mammalian verbs:
cuddle, snuggle, nuzzle. mjh

8/26/1997


Thanks to Wendell Lane for taking a word out of my mouth.

Listen to Sharp (18 seconds)

My Virtual Chapbook (table of contents)

 Posted by at 10:47 pm on Mon 04/16/12
Apr 122012
 

A mile or two away
above the timberline
sheep spilled single-file
across a meadow
and pooled at a low point.
“If we can see them,” you asked,
“can’t the coyotes?”

At that moment,
we met the strangers
man and woman –
so familiar
so good looking
so foreign.
I know now
they were really coyotes
having a joke with
how easy it is
to be human.

How do I know?
Perhaps it was
the calm way they looked at us.
Perhaps it was
the way they fell on the currant bush
devouring berries.
Perhaps it was
all the wool they wore. mjh

08-25-1995


Listen to Graze (36 seconds)

There may be something fitting in the concurrence of the start of National Poetry Month and April Fool’s Day — something in this poem, as well. This poem is the first I remember writing while camping with Merri, many years ago, along South Mineral Creek, in Colorado. mjh

My Virtual Chapbook (table of contents)

 Posted by at 7:47 pm on Thu 04/12/12