this pond is ever changing

because of the sky

the snow

the meadow grasses

the ridges that trace its edges

rich ecotones

these are the new energy

the new windows

i helped paint primer this weekend

i did the piddly bits

crevices and curves

where the sill will live

(i will point out that smear was not my doing-it's "mud")

the corn ladies

demure behind their fringe of standing corn

(maybe these singletons are now bound)

they wore gowns of white for over a week

until it thawed enough

coyote leaves offal scat

in the road every day.

a trickster with nasty manners

(i well remember my outrage

at coyote

when i read giving birth to thunder, sleeping with his daughter

coyote builds north america

by barry lopez

back when i lived in kentucky)

fortunately,

the streams run high and fast just now

and no deer parts in plastic bags

have been thrown in.

over at the new place

hopefully, there will be no poaching.

hopefully.