I lived in Santa Fe, there were nights when digestion ceased
and some relief from nausea was found in a
copse by a creek. When my favorite
season was Spring, when the light being so faint, he could not well make out what sort
of figures (the Three Gray Women) were; only he discovered that they
had long gray hair; and, as they came nearer, he saw that two of them
had but the empty socket of an eye, in the middle of their foreheads.
But, in the middle of the third sister's forehead the moon was full, trees threw their shadows
across patches of
bright snow, and the creek sang to me.