The sound for today's prompt was wind rattling through the leaves of a Quaking Aspen. I missed Day 15's prompt, which was the bells of the Cathedral of St. Francis of Assisi in Santa Fe, New Mexico. Thoughts of New Mexico's Spanish history and culture combined with aspens in the mountains of New Mexico, north of Santa Fe-- the heartland of Hispano settlement as well as the location of the Pueblo Indian villages, once thought by the Spanish to be the location of the Seven Cities of Cibola. All of that yielded this poem:
En la Arboleda de
los Álamos Temblórosos
¡Ay!
Mi corazón. Mi amor.
My heart aches to
hear
the wind through
these trees.
These leaves, the
only gold we’ve seen.
I cry as I think of
you,
and the golden
light of Andaluz.
¡Ay!
This wind, these
leaves—
a thousand
castanets,
a thousand days
searching for cities of gold,
a thousand nights
dreaming of you.
¡Ay! Dance for me, my love,
dance for me in my dreams.
Hi, Mike. I like the way you combined the two sounds to create this poem. Thanks for sharing some of the history that inspired its writing.
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