Morning-
fire lit.
Early fall light
flits in bits
through yellowing
beech leaves.
Rust from leak
patinas wood stove
while sodden wood,
just split,
barely burns.
Books of wisdom and wit
stacked
on shelves
tables
floors.
3 hatchets,
Like fawn legs,
the “hang” of each
handle unique,
allows
iron axe head
to bite the rounds
and make
the cracking sound
of dry white ash
splitting.
Foot on birch round for lumbar support. Books of Baudelaire Harrison Hesse and Thoreau. Piece of clay pipe And two white shells, found near Cloghane in Brandon Bay, on the desk, with a flattened slug
A cold winter night, and I read your macramé by candle light, listening to L. Cohen’s Famous Blue Raincoat. Thick falling snow quilts a gleaming brain tree shadows stretch, skeins of thought unravel t
Rhododendrons in the pink dawn soon to blossom a robin has the lawn to himself the valley is a bowl of bird song protected by evergreens, red pines planted by grandfather’s hand. the distant mosquito-