Cold Are the December Fields

and vast,

see the far evergreens dutiful,

sagacious and still

but wait, what’s this?

the afternoon winds,

vexatious and letting

the world know it is 

winter’s turn…

I had a vision in which

I asked an old man,

‘Do you see the coyotes here?’

He answered, ‘Yes,’

and in the vision, I walked incredibly

far by the near frozen river and

the coyotes walked alongside me,

for we were friends and family,

living on the outside of worlds,

by purlieu and perimeter…

yes, ‘round almost unknown old

lonesome loams,

in the cold December fields

~~~~~