Every Cowboy Knows The scent of balsam, wind, and horses Blows across the starry night. Pounding hooves and rowdy curses Echo past the firelight. Scarred old chaps and spurs that jingle Rest…
Twilight City Standing on the corner at the dying of the day, Watching workday people hurry home. The echoes of “It’s suppertime!” ring up and down the way, This is my favorite…
Trailing Arbutus The forest floor in early spring Doesn’t look like anything Of value there would e’er be found, Until I start to crawl around. And there beneath the littered leaves And…