The bells began,
the clouds rolled in,
the rain-cooled
breezes moved along
the adobe walls,
drifting around,
swirling down through
the sprawling conifers,
and everything seemed
to pause, accept
this moment’s reprieve
from the high-noon sun,
and we found a bench,
surrendered ourselves
to contemplation,
heeding the notes
of peace in the rhythmic
ways of Santa Fe
—C.L. Fisher, June 2021
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Poetic Meanderings 