

The Bloom Blog is in hibernation until next spring.
I asked ChatGPT for "a short poem about winter in northern new mexico"
White breath on the mesa,
snow drapes piñon and sage,
the Sangres blush in evening light—
a quiet fire against the cold.
Coyotes stitch the dusk with song,
smoke curls from adobe hearths,
and stars—sharp as flint—
carve silver prayers in the dark.
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