Monday, January 31, 2011


Gilded night sky
melts into braided milk
Black hands of oak
and blotches of horses on hills

Sun rising mountain born
and coppering down the long lanes
Crows taunting the early dogs
and a hawk flees from such seething

Spider webs jeweled
to bracken and withered grass
Fox padding the frosted track
with voles jawed in smoking breath

Milkman maddening down
the slick macadam
School bus stops
with red light flashing

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