Cuttlebone and Cobwebs

Meandering Meadows

(Spain 2003)

Meandering meadows

sing in the sun's showers,

notes full-bodied

with herb flowers.

Crickets click clicking

'How lucky am I'

birds repeating their chorus

upon a clear crystal sky.

Donkeys and goats

wander old tracks

where, ice waters cascade

down ancient mountain backs,

too exhausted to keep

to the tumbling rill,

eager to be

the river's fill.

Chattering people picnic

while their bubbling offspring play

where old, bake-faced, men scythe,

then turn, sugar sweet hay.

Loose stored, in stilt-legged

wood lofts, it settles,

pomander'd by the honeyed

rich herbs and flower petals,

recording for Winter

Summer's glorious song

replaying 'til meadows

again stretch and grow long.