In unwavering lines of flight
Egrets
Point their arrows home
Below
In moist ground
Earthworms writhe
And hum their soilsongs
The wolf leaves the path
To talk horse to the herd
That can’t be bothered to listen
In the fork of the tree
Lies the body of the crow
Where I left her two years ago
Dry empty sockets see everything
But say nothing
See there how the moon hangs
Half-way to fullness
Between bare Ash branches
While, far from home
The sausage tree sends tender shoots
Into the winter chill
Breaking the rules
The lake shows the mountain her twin
Backwards
All is still
Then splash!
A wolf-plunge shatters the mirror
Rearranging the light
Crow calls from the other side
I go
A smouldering fire surrounds a tree
Roots steeped in dreams and darkness
Branch antennae sweep the sky
The tree stands tall
Unscorched by heat and flame
Lush, strong