a forest poem

Heavy work
sun's heat makes
it through the leaves
sweat
a double sting
on my deer fly bites
brush cut and piled
marvel at our work
road cleared
rabbit runs
down his new path.

Wool Coat

This old wool coat
has served me well.
Almost wish it was older
connect me to times
long past.
Older version was
blue plaid perfect
for short legged walks
around the forest yard.
This one is warm; dark
sucks the sun warmth in deep.
It will serve me well
to wrap my wee ones
in giant arms.
A double coat
for this well loved load.
Might try to get the old one back
rebirth from a garden shed.
It hangs there now on a nail.

Beams

these beams are saturated
deep and full
of Songs
even the floor boards could sing
with a solid boot stomp
yes, these old songs
hang thick
dirty, messy blues
and full fat rock chords
good day in late spring
with the promise of more songs

Broken Windshield

Pillars Cracking
straining under ancient impacts
scattered dust and rust flakes
snap
the cool winds pull
down a white washed slab.
through a windshield
of a Mercedes.

Derby Window

swing out of derby

climb that tree

take a photo

cool

in your jim morrison t-shirt

move on through

the pine tree forest

the spot where you saw

the severed deer leg

Sunday - we'll see you

sitting on a rough pew

on chapel point

looking out at the boys fishing

in the bay

turtles on a log

later two different boys

read and debate Mere Christianity

it wasn't all cult posters

and beer boxes in the window.

Fishin'

Cast aside -out -
on the lonely street
same street
as last time
only with a little
more need
dozens of phone calls
fishin'
with a different line.

A few...

A few last moments
of spring cling to the ridge
probably just some old pile
dumped over the side.
Even a few anvil clouds swing
around the side of the field.
They rise in hope
of a final Spring deluge.
Summer begins to hold sway
small but strong steps.

Waves of heat shimmer
above the roof.