poetry – Page 3

God is Here

When I last travelled the desert, I passed this one empty house. It was along a flat stretch of highway. A straight away nearly twelve miles long. Springtime was busting out – the desert filling with promise. Green spotted the hills and I could see dots of little yellow flowers. And rain. Rain was loving…

Grouse

It’s the hard business of being that gets to me. That’s what I’m thinking. I’m thinking about the way you get worn down. The day in and out of work. Stumbling at the end of a day in the woods, or no woods, the ones cut down and me thrashing through the dog hair…

Birds

White birds congregate in the fields. We pass them often these days. They’ve come from Russia to winter over, and feed in the fallow fields near my home . Tundra swans. Trumpeter swans. Snow geese. The Trumpeter swans are big and white with long curved necks. The geese are smaller but just as white with…