POETRY 2002

This one I carved on the bottom of a vase I made for D.

The Ram

The Ram stands alone.
Powerful hooves stomp,
dust rises thick, choking the air.
Muscles bunch, mighty horns held low.

Yet there is stone beneath him
and the spring flows pure.
A gentle song in the dim silence.
Clarity blooms as the song lifts.

Tense shoulders release.
The Ram raises his face
as a sudden pink snowfall
fills the air with cherry petals.

As the air clears,
the rocks turn pink
and the canyon rings
with the snort of his startled laughter.

Valentines Day, 2002