morning earlybefore the rain,before the sun –the birds, the birdsare waking the dead,shaping shadows into lightinto light yesterday an addercrossed the roadscales aglow andpungent with life and i know how it iswhen our deities crawlfrom dream to bask a whilein the glory of spring sun – and how we in turn,like the silent scrapeof dust…
this morning, most morningsfirst light, while the kettle warmsi take the short dew-walkbarefeet through the gardenup the drive to the goathouseto open the door for the day,release the two hens withtheir twenty two chicks between themlet the goats out among the treesscoop scraps around the balesfor the rabbits after tea there will be feedingand watering…
puff adder calls an end to summer beautiful in her new skin scales hoping to find a winter home in the hollow roots of old elder.
vivid the light moves jewel bright – like a green snake in the canopy. vivid the snake moves jewel bright – like light in the green canopy.
8/30 snake leans lazy on the lily pad draped neck on stalk its body elsewhere submerged. it knows i am here knows every penscrape pulsate lymph squish movement of my stillness at the lily pond. in the mulberry tree above the startle neck iridescence of sunbird flickers, breaking the spell. snake is gone not even…