This is a book of poetry rooted in place and time. It rises from days and years spent in the high desert of northern New Mexico. Days and years spent with the living and the dying. Days and years spent in the company of friends and lovers, children and grandchildren. Days and years spent quietly watching the web of life woven by chickens, eagles, coyotes, light, water, wind, and time itself. The words are simple and the images rich. We can reach into these images to find our own history wherever we have lived that history, wherever we may be as we savor these images. For, are we not one people in our joys and our sorrows, within the web we are weaving together?