laura on sun 10 sep 00
In the shadow time
between sun and moon,
I gather wood to feed my kiln
as the coyotes sing.
When the turkeys dance
to the wild rose song,
the stallions whistle for their mares=20
and I remember one
who whistled for me.
As I finish these, about two dozen wild turkeys forage through the yard, =
passing about twenty yards from my window. Two whitetail does wtih their =
fawns are grazing near the draw, glowing in the early morning sun. IThe =
buzzards came by en masse yesterday afternoon, close to fifty of them in =
the sky. I'm afraid they're getting ready to leave for the winter. I =
will miss them -- such curious birds! They're much more personable than =