Saturday, April 11, 2015

for the commander


on the side of the road an eagle stands beside its mate
all things mourn

in the clear sky above the ridge
no tears

we had our marching orders
yet
we strayed

Thursday, January 22, 2015

at dusk

     
where the drive goes down to the barn
and there are horses
loafing in the fading light

an owl listens

on a post to the voles
in the meadow where the drive
goes down to the barn
and there are horses