Bending closer to the ground
Frost on the briars
At the back of the field
The dog in the aster thatch bounds
Beggar ticks stuck to my sleeve
Our breathing lifts white
With the breath of the frost
Steaming in a ramp of sunlight
Against the comfort of trees
Crows glossed in the stubble
Midges backlit and dancing
A wavering river in a clean sky
Twenty blackbirds wide
Rim to rim across sunset
Grinnies clucking at dusk
Crickets slowing in moonlight
A wavering river in a clean sky
Twenty blackbirds wide
Rim to rim across sunset
Grinnies clucking at dusk
Crickets slowing in moonlight
Things we can count on
Close to the earth.
