Category Archives: Poems 2026

A young man’s pastoral dream
of forever meadows sprinkled with cattle
was still possible with work and rain,

with the right people and partner
to hold it, and one another, together
humbly yielding to the dry years, 

	the brown leaves of families:
	old oaks dotting the hillsides 
	before saying goodbye— 

before me now in a light rain upon 
the green as I step gladly into it   
to check the rain gauge.

the brown leaves of families:
old oaks dotting the hillsides 
before saying goodbye—