Monday, November 28, 2016

TREASURE ~










Solo





I find

New stars —

New designs —

Without the

Chart in

My hands






Vow





                                          You can think there is

                                          But there is nothing

                                          Quite like you undressing

                                          Me who has undressed you









Treasure



it’s snow

falling



into her

hair



pail of

grain



pinning

onto a



heavy

wool



shirt

walking



back from

the hen



house

eggs



inside her

mittens







Thread




Take a blanket of red wool

Fold it into a cushion square

Beside flames of the wood fire

Where lamplight of the room

Falls the best, and right there

In the heat, away from winter

With your loom of sanded birch

I’ll watch you weave the moon

Stars, river and mountains

From a trail we’re on of thread




                   ———————————

Bob Arnold

Once In Vermont

Gnomon





        "Bride"
photo ~ bob arnold