Sisters


They feed in the field of their ancestors
and rest in a humble structure
that is everything it needs to be –
home

Country Nine Patch

The land is quilted with care
by leathered hands guiding the blades of the big red tractor.
An old wood fence ties this patch to the next.

Nature’s Desire


Grass blades grow frost feathers.
Every molecule demanding that their place in the design be realized.
Nature’s desire is to  manifest gloriousness.

Dear John Deer

In August, with your metal seat as hot as a branding iron,
you rumble across the fields, chewing rocks and cutting grass.
True champion of summer.

Morning

Fluffy dog feet, wet with dew,
cross  granite and grass
before arriving at the breakfast bowl.

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