. Wounded sun, light leaking down.
Winter rules the growling beach, this treacherous
stretch I have trudged, lead-footed, with the dog.
It is ungraspable, a thing of surge and storm,
. of sly, surreptitious shift. Continue reading “Beautiful Firetail”
Tag: birds
Cranky Fan
Published in ‘Physick’ (2016)
Here is her nest,
his stem-and-glass pride
lacquered in spiderspun silk.
And here my trickster friend
flairs his cardsharp hand,
her geisha flutter of fan. Continue reading “Cranky Fan”