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It’s Winter, My Love

A desert family enjoys the cool December weather in this mosaic on a wall in Ajo, Arizona.

It’s winter, my love, keep playing the bones!
Stars o’er the valley are singing to stones.
Keep yourself limber, and shrug off the cold.
Summon your courage, and learn to be bold—
Bold in the barnyard, and bold in the dome,
Bold when you’re far, far away from your home.
I’ll end my song here, and hope that you find
That most folks are true, and loving, and kind.

Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher


The sunlight
now flooding the valley
after three weeks
of steady rain with no slits in the
clouds, no patches of light,
must be a sign.
With one hand
I grab my guitar,
with the other
I begin scribbling a tale
about the distant waterfall.
fed by the recent rains,
that keeps thundering into an abyss.
I could have drifted
into darkness,
been swallowed by deep waters,
if sunlight had not
come to the valley again.
This is my tale,
this is my song.
Sing with me.


Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Anza-Borrego Desert State Park, Southern California

valley of secrets—
nothing can match the silence
of wasted places

Text and photo © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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