Since I Retired

I keep the woods in view,
brown leaves on early winter trees;
notice a rabbit crouch under the pine,
watch grape leaves darken and
birch trunks lean against the snow.

I sort the hawks into categories:
Cooper’s, red-tailed, sparrow and sharp-shinned;
hear geese call, woodpeckers jeer,
cold lean birds light out from the spreading oak.

Icy needles hit the window,
wind slips in through cracks in quilted silence.

I get the moon up,
turn the stars on,
listen to Coltrane while life hurtles by, keep it all going right.



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