Among the live Oaks fresh cedar
poles are gathered neatly beside the
where twilight speaks in the velvet of
This Heart of Texas where clear waters
clearly flow. Great Pecan trees make
and murmur one to another in the
where low clouds move a shuttle of wind
through drowsing grasses weaving
the manes of horses with threads of
one's own spirit,
wefting a pattern of birds that
disappear into night.
One assesses a savings of callouses
as sleep thinly covers chigger's sting,
the armadillos outside begin to
unravel the garden,
coyote sounds a cruel desire of fangs
and kid mohair.
Tomorrow, much work to be done.
© Carlton Godbold 1987