working late

the cleaning ladies
sing in soft, warm spanish tones
until they see us

horses on a hill

horses on a hill

black ghosts against the white sky

sons of ancient wars

winter morning hymn

winter morning hymn
the frozen trees bend their limbs
bowing to the sun

Where does the sky end

where does the sky end

and the rain-glossed road begin

on the horizon?

just above the trees

just above the trees
a swell of colorless clouds
weeping and gnashing

I am thankful for

I am thankful for
the peace that floods this old house
just before we sleep

black jet, silhouette

black jet, silhouette
piercing the pink morning sky
elegant splinter