Winter combs the landscape with dry wooden teeth feet on the ground near water the nest bird alarms a horse.

Early evening collects the remaining light of wrens and toads I walk with my dogs down to the river lost in sweat and brimming black ...

I promise not to fear  the morning when we die or the cottonwood over a bird bath ravishing the breeze with green light that touches you ...

August is a time for love and dying last call for the way we live the ground reeks of last night’s rain protein’s dew crowns the pollen...

There goes a man  walking like a branch  blown free from the forest  getting lost until the breeze  eats the sound of his feet  he...

Into the empty horizon once full of sea I cast my eyes and ears but keep my heart on a string our conversation across oceans is...

Blood runs through trees from the cold dirt of cemeteries obscuring the fresh graves friendship is brave and alone on the hill of drought...

When you are the willows  and their finches gladly in and out  of shadowy nests tangled deep within blackberry brambles and October...

Wild horses  fall into my palms from seed pods cracked open in the cricket dusk clever birds sit in pairs on the quiet wire above me on...