Monday, July 26, 2010

EARTH ~








TREEPLANTER


Never see how —

But see how —

The pine tree

Has grown a foot

Since a year ago







SKY


Hiking down from a hillside

Snow packed, saw on the shoulder

There is no doubt now

Of rain in the air

I stop at a sound

Far / nearing / wait

Two crows flying

Calling, wide apart

One straight south

The other — eastward

Belly on the tree line

I've lost sight of one

For keeping with the other







ON BUILDING A STONEWALK IN NOVEMBER



This river drifts the land,

In the long air of pines

I smell spring.

Down here, don’t wear gloves,

Don’t wear boots with leaks,

Stay working, and of course

Use the flat stones —

All the things

One learns

In a first year —

The boots take awhile, I know.

But come to you water gentle,

Very clear

Draw strong

Carry the river home to bathe.

It is November / wide open / colding

There is ice you shouldn’t trust.







from Where Rivers Meet, Bob Arnold
photo © bob arnold