What did the grouse hear as the Father talked to his Son — what did it hear in the reassuring speech, practiced over a glass of rye, in the repetition of “I will always love you”? Walking among the thin ground cover, random and haphazard, the mottled markings passed on from grouse to grouse as…
Our Garden
Give birth to new life among young grasses and wild daffodils spring on legs still wet Till hearts prepared to taste a rhapsody of rain drops dripped heirlooms sown deep Sweep beams with sunshine walk the earth caught on sweeping swallow wings grow germinate grow Angry arguments pull like peeling paint from iris petals done…