Hunger Moon – February

Wind relents against my barn in drifts
that sway like sheets pegged to a line, scours
a patch of ground behind the house, now lifts
the fan tailed hawk. Riding to devour,
his shadow darkens the snow-sealed tunnel
where mouse has hungered its translucent blue
way across the upper field – runnel
of roots, thistle and grass under new
crust that passing pads of fox and mink
belie. Safely stored till noon heat digs
to peel space from fallen branch, link
a secret embroidery of budding twigs,
survivor’s fragile dare unmask. Wanderer
snatched, flung limp, and softly plundered.

Flower Moon (May)

My drifting thoughts a window sonnet form,
and through its panes I watch my neighbor
uproot unruly flowering – scilla thatswarm
to bloom his clipped back yard. He labors
to quench beauty that disrupts his will,
spills across his borders, trims his gait –
it staggers like a fly upon my sill
and ducking towards me, dives beneath my gate.
Tiny Roman candles, intermittent
bursts of blue, will kindle, sparking green –
along the fuse beneath the earth in winter,
will spread in my uneven turf, and stream
revelation till the end erase
order in the vacant lots of space.