Daily Archives: February 23, 2013

‘tho an owl flew lower to the cedar-moss roof, the two by the wood shed never asked why another in the silence of whom, unhurried and muffled in the drag of a hem on the floor-circled dust, the fold of cuff over cuff, ’til the window ran blue with the elk in the runnels ofContinue reading “Mornward”

as the water of her hand, a hold of old moss inure cliff and canyon, dry lands, whence, morning-moored, as a mist or all dew, as footsure assurance   her vision o’erbent, secure the shuffle of worn shoe; yet a cricket in grassland, a twilight haystack in haze, a stick struck to a star, warmsContinue reading “Far Spelt”