Foraging whitetails
Fastidious dove
A lavender sunset with-
a new moon above ...

A wintertide timid sun shines green along the stacked pine
In myirad hues agin some lonesome fenceline
Sparkle red clay beside the hardwood borders
Keep a writers flicker of thought in apple pie order ...

Pull the bucket mouths to the surface
See shad tremble , darting and nervous
Caste the shadow of a stately heron
Paint the colors of Spring at the behest of Hill Country's
songbird clarion...

Do the aliens read the twinkling ,
sunny sea
Do the stingrays fly out of the ocean -
blue just for me
Was the syrup on my flapjacks harvested-
without objection
Can the poor of my country find sustenance -
without protection
The phases of the moon shall never cease
The pain of hunger will soon increase
Malnourished toddlers become disillusioned
adults ...
Organized religions are in fact killer cults ...

Cold weather miracles ..
Unique , frosted , fed up -
entities driven by the cool wind of change
Spanning King George's namesake
Coating the land
Lot to lot
Realigning the governed
Dot by dot ...
Tolling bells
The depth growing ever larger as the -
blizzard swells ....

Hopeful as the streams neath springs melting snow
Broken rows teeming with April growth
Old farmers toil in the dog days-
of summer
Churning cracked land recalls the song of the vane
A poem for the plow-land they continually tame ..
Old farmers and their kind grow silent just -
as busy field houses , family and barns eventually surrender to -
the tug of the earth ...
Fighting the pang of winter for all they were worth ...

Bewitched eyes painted Mayan gods commanding the ochre heavens .. Nautical orbs mingled with starlight ,
Black waters returning to zero at midnight
The cool breath of Ixchel teases the artist , lover and-
the naysayer ....

I once caught a Winter Dancer from the corner -
of my young , mischievous eye
A spirit wrapped in red , gold and brown garments performing -
against the morning sky
She rattled loose tin
Racked steely chimes
Commanding .. Conniving..
Determined ..Driving ..
Sheets whipping on the clothesline
Hens flying ..
Rabbit dogs whining ...
Hay captured along the fencerow
A quick step march with rattling corn ..
Novembers chilly , early do-se-do ..
A tongue tied raven succumbed to her charms
He made for the sun in her invisible arms
Dancing acorns , whistling sage
They whirled in response to Winters --
wicked ways ...