87 middle of the field

deer overlapping
each other's silhouette stand
for winter's first snow

86 heavenly hues of hell

cows at barn edge still
eyes sparking the gloom to fix
upon winter's day
the glory of any sky
resurrection by colour

85

my rook crosses sky

between wind turbines and me

beautiful black peace 

84 Memories

          I

behind my eyes fear
sets up house in assurance
that your fight will stay
brutal and jackal to stud
through all the small daily things


            II

unwilling held hands
cross fields for reassurance
a crimson tall tale
our violence together is
our love for eachother - you.

83

rook preens in dead tree
an everyday plainness
under passing clouds