Month: September 2022

Autumn morning
Bed never felt
So warm

Shooting star
Curves line on the track
And sky

Flock’s white bellies
Constellations
Telling time

Sandhill cranes in flight
Golden season already
Ending too soon

Through the red dark
Voice full of scratches
Partridge’s call

All of you
And many of me
Running together

From the muddy field
The sudden rabbit
And dogs taking flight

Sandy stories
Washed down to the bottom
Of the ravine

Splash through the puddles
To the sweetest finish line
Kleefeld Honey Run

Steady rain
The songs we heard
On the rooftops