But For The Pheasant
But for the pheasant’s coppered wing the fieldsin sculpted snows ne’er bring the promised yieldsnor pleasures found ‘til light does crest the riseat dawn and ambers claw upon the eyes.…
Category: Pastoral
One Room Schoolhouse
It is red brick and steady.Though the herefords tread the floors these days,She is steady. And though the window framesCarry little paint – it was white – and holdWhere they…
Plainsong #2 – a pastoral
Herefords lying down, asses to the wind – this bodes of rain. Cloud gray and anvil, clobber shot and some ways off, a cliff falls precipitous. There’s manure in the…
