pastures of plenty

Grazing  

Don’t know much about history but yours

is braided with mine on the backside of a big

bay mare grazing one fine spring morning

our hearts soaring with every lazy switch of her tail

pasture lush and rumpled, a big old bed

mapped by laden bees.  Bottle flies eye us from

twitching flanks, tied up neat in yellow ribbon. 

28 years

Graze

Don’t know much about history

but yours is braided with mine on

the backside of a big bay mare

grazing one fine spring morning

our hearts soaring with every

lazy switch of her tail, pasture

lush and rumpled, a big old bed

mapped by laden bees.  

spider revision.....

Spider Hatch

Charitable in her critique

my hope this morning

soap in my eyes, steam

rising to buffet

the asterisk on the ceiling

qualifying a tepid

first impression or

dispatching me quickly

with a silken, “it’s far

worse than I thought.”