After wet holidays,
cattle high on hillsides
slick and leaking,

stray snow flakes dance
like tiny leaves
over the fence between

neighbors making plans
to brand and celebrate
another New Year’s Eve

well-before midnight.
Silence mid-sentence
punctuates the cold

and red scarf wrapped
beneath your eyes
like a terrorist

off the mountain
when you would rather be
reading a book

by the fire
with nothing else to do
on the Sabbath.

                                   for Steve

One response to “YOUR STIR-CRAZY BABY

  1. Poignant – when you’ve got animals, there’s no rest day.


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