late day sun &
small pieces of ice floating
on the river
blue winter sky
the little peck holes
up a pine tree
deep mist &
the coot dips its head
into marsh water
late summer
the water striders jerky strokes
across the stream
sunny day
an old man repainting
the cemetery gate
hazy summer morning
the slow walk of the cow
along the fence
sometimes the hands
know best where the switch is
limbs know which way
to turn
turn off the will the
thought be led
by what obeys
remembers
those good dogs
like us limbs of an
all-knowing letting
us decide
we feed the animals
great grey-white screaming
gulls one sitting on a rock
for hours waiting
he gets fed first
quick chirping chipmunks with sharp
stripes who come up
to our chairs rabbits - somewhere -
shy and snuffling
green-necked geese over the bay
knowing it could make them
too trustful of hunters
for ourselves
our pets we say
liking them to turn to us
to feel acknowledged needed share
when we moved here it was
so tiny now it spreads and spreads
up to the window
covering streets houses,
blocking out light yet somehow
our rooms are bright
growing sideways artful hardy
protecting us from
others' eyes and driveways, cars
guarding our windows
once tiny like our
neighbours' children who
once visited grew into
teenagers too old to come
or like we and our neighbours
growing grey
Early Winter thaw,
tends to reveal barbed wire.
The gravity of snow.
Facing north
after the snowstorm
windless clouds.
First leaf of fall
as temperatures drop ,
letter from home.