Friday, February 7, 2014

Weather Report

Snow falls and the winter woods are quiet.
Song birds flit from branch to barren branch.
Their chirps and alarms break the pregnant silence.

.Chickadee, junco, nuthatch, and house wren.


Wind from the NNW 10-15mph
Eighteen degrees

Fog develops late in the afternoon
while herons stalk the parcel brown marshes.

The streambed
like coffee grounds
Lays black, against the buckskin bank.

Snow falls on the quiet winter woods.
      Chance of precipitation 80%

Saturday, February 1, 2014

The winter woods

January's nearly at a close,
Hopefully by now,
King Wencerslas's man has gathered enough wood to see him through.
With any luck we'll all see the spring come.

Soon lambs to be born,
Buds to burst,
and the grass to grow.
   This time of year
Farmers sit idle.
"We've nothing wrong with us"
We tell each other over pints.
We're just bored.
Soon spring will come.
Soon we'll have our work to do.
But for now
We wait.

The woods sit idle...
The fields lay fallow,
And rust gathers on the moldboards of our ploughs.

It's no wonder that Christ comes in the middle of winter.
Had he come in July
We would all have been too busy cutting hay to notice.

Thursday, January 9, 2014


I had nothing but you in my eyes.
It was then that you filled my eyes.
And I would sit at the edge of the field like a fox.
and amazed I would watch
As bees wicked the spring's nectar from the flowers.

It was then that I would sit amazed.
Amidst more than I could have created alone,
There amidst that witch we had created together
And there amazed
I would give thanks.

Now in winter with the bees I remain.
You and I together
Have ravaged all of the summer's stores.
Now alone I return home
The fox
to a wreath of moldered bones
and an empty larder.