Thursday, April 9, 2020


28 March

And the March wind's gonna blow

(and what's gonna blow away these blues?)

Here it is: I saw

in the wan grey light of a quick storm,

the very color of the ground and air,

mere shadows in a fragile den

of storm grey mountain mahogany,

low-slung juniper,

a hollow in the shady ridge:

Two roadrunners, Ma and Pa

(thought they were all alone),

lovemaking, in their hasty bower.

A quickie; Pa takes off;

Ma looks smug, puffed out and warm.

I'm indoors, wearing two coats,

huddled up and watching

all the beauty that there is

right here, right now.


Clifford Burke
Talking With Raven
Grey Spider Press