Turkeyfoot Suite

Three Days in May

I.

Snow on the shingles over the porch,

Snow on the hammer lost in the weeds,

Snow on the hood of the derelict Ford.


II.

Rain rings expand on the gloss of the pond,

Oaks in the gray stretch and yawn,

A forest of saplings holding up rain.


III.

Dawn through the window over the sink,

Sun high and warm in the lilt of a woman,

Spiraling suns in a bullfrog's eyes.