photography Elza Burkart
featuring Novella Royale


  Wears her wampum beads 
 She fills her drawing book with line 
 Sewing lace on widows’ weeds 
 And filigree on leaf and vine 
 Vine and leaf are filigree 
 And her coat’s a secondhand one 
 Trimmed in antique luxury 
 She is a lady of the canyon.

She always makes you welcome in 
 Cats and babies ’round her feet 
 And all are fat and none are thin 
 None are thin and all are fat 
 She may bake some brownies today 
 Saying, you are welcome back 
 She is another canyon lady.
Comes wrapped in songs and gypsy shawls 
 Songs like tiny hammers hurled 
 At beveled mirrors in empty halls 
 Empty halls and beveled mirrors 
 Sailing seas and climbing banyans 
 Come out for a visit here 
 To be a lady of the canyon.


takes her paints and her threads 
 And she weaves a pattern all her own
 bakes her cakes and her breads 
 And she gathers flowers for her home 
 For her home she gathers flowers
Dear companion 
Colors up the sunshine hours
Pouring music down the canyon
Coloring the sunshine hours