Monthly Archives: September 2009

Dawn rises Gold and pink Crisp and cold In the sink of night.   Light rakes the pale face, Passing tangles, Brambles, Wild oak And the yoke of time.   Mine is the grace: A young stag Sees me— Startled, … Continue reading →

    He jumps on the bed From halfway, From the fleece step As usual, In two graceful arcs. And,  as usual It goes  unsaid,  When he furiously Round's  and round— Making the rumpled Blankets, the best For his nest … Continue reading →