BRINGING IN THE COWS

The sky is too close:

The clouds move down,

An inordinate cosmos

Above a small town.

 

Mist sloughs on the pine;

White hills disappear.

Although it’s day, day won’t shine 

This time of year.

 

These are the signs:

Air grows and grows.

Heaviness winds; 

And the whole sky snows.

 

Tippet Alley

April 30th, 1995

Rue de Varenne

September 21st, 2004

Magnolia

November 19th, 2015