November 2019

The Sandia Mountains are pinkest in November.  It is time to walk the canyons—the crevices are soft with the fragrance of decomposing leaves and the fluff of seed and husk.  As the afternoon lengthens, the ridge tops glow warm and rose. The scrub oaks have rusted to copper, and the angle of the sinking sun—so far south now—flashes the feldspar the color of ripe fruit.

 

After the rain, everything is golden.  Clouds part, and the leaves, piling in gutters and still clinging to tall cottonwoods, gleam.  Later, a rare fog settles in—inhabiting the space around street lights and passing cars.  Intersections burn yellow-to red-to green; orange orbs pulse in syncopated rhythm; and beyond, the rest of the world is supple and black.

 

Great flights of geese and cranes arrive for the full moon—crowding the fallow fields and shallow estuaries along the Rio Grande in violet heaps.  A fat moon rises, and they lift en masse—a rustle of wing and breath, in search of safety for the night.  By month’s end, the trees are mostly bare, leaving space between branches for a brilliant sky and a sliver of day-moon.  They will stay for the winter. 

wing * stone *ephemera

Amulets to Protect and Portend

Jewelry Handmade in ABQ, NM, USA

Jessica deGruyter

Amulets to Protect & Portend

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Jewelry Handmade in ABQ, NM, USA

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