Weeds and Wildflowers

Within old soils there is no age, no strife. Buds, branches, bulbs and Primeval knowing move in Unattended rhyming with Each change of space...

Out in the great dark The crescent moon suspends,  Portending gibbous Four elements scramble  For the balance that once was Just as su...

When we were small, well When we were between Old child and teen We stole our father's cigarettes To learn the ways of life And ...

In winter balance, Waiting for snow, the Dogs run outside after midnight. Late. I don't know where sleep is Nor do I have a clue ...

Someone cut the wires to our back pasture Some time ago, probably The electric fence to keep the Goats from marauding in my Gar...

I remember the first time The feeling dawned; I didn't know its name I was flying in the small plane Over a midnight blue nig...

Down along the windbreak across the road, Where little hedge apples fell Onto the back of Not a rack, but just some old Cart ther...