Listen!
WINTER GENESIS I mornings on this stone seat watching light come on over my neighbor's golden fields and into my field of trees stark light durable trees or at night with the full moon there in the top branches and my young dog underneath snuffling through the layered leaves' old dark tracing scent how many I think are watching with me now? moon's luminous pan sun's advance golden fields or not trees or dog or not how many sit with me? and where? and watch light rise