Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Heaven and Earth

Where the field has been crossed
daily by the cows and the old man,
there is a path that meanders
down the contours of the hill
like a seam of gold.
Sometimes his grandchildren
walk with him.
The valley sucks up their voices
and laughter like a miner
hungry for their young hearts,
searching for a way
to keep them here
as grandfather's mind
widens into the ocean
of thoughts a cowman has.
His expression
sighted mostly beyond him
he stands leaning into his stick.
The cow bells dong
and skylarks sing in the heights.

Monday, March 17, 2014

Small Green Frogs Wordle # 152

Small green frogs
into the ditches
Still full of winter's rain.
So much fuss
Before it all turns
To dust.