Poems published in Humana Obscura

Winter Storm | Issue #11

When the cows lie down
birds go deep in the trees
silence settles around us

we turn to watch
clouds of our breath
below mackerel skies

ahead of bruised gray
boundaries at the horizon
nothing like a dove’s breast

geese flying low
watch the land
gather itself

With the Rain | Issue #10

When the wet tongue of water unfurls,
dust rises peppery from the eager ground,
the musk of dirt and roses give themselves to our nostrils.
With the rain, we can smell the shape of what is here.