by Paulette Demers Turco
–after Taos Sky by Sharmagne LeLand-St. John
Clumps of cumulus clouds hover.
"Place of red willows," Taos rests
two thousand feet above the sea.
Dusk edges out the last warm rays
of sun gilding the horizon.
Before the gold recedes and night
reveals distant nebulae
over this land of Native Tewa,
the light, though bleaching all by day,
tints lavender and indigo
far from ignited forests, the brush
where pervasive winds gust,
fueled by that hundred-fifty foot high,
miles-wide ravenous wall of flames.