
in the winter
like the cows
mostly black and white
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
Late afternoon
the youngest ones
slumber on soft grass
They feed in the field of their ancestors
and rest in a humble structure
that is everything it needs to be –
home
The pond frogs serenade the cows
with an early evening lullaby
when the barn doors are open.
The bovine annual meeting
was well attended.