tending the flock

 

 

age and altitude

have made it difficult for amos to tend the flock

 

now zoey rides the old bay, thelonius

to the ridgetop

 

rifle across her lap, as amos had taught her

clover trotting along beside

 

reaching the meadow she scans the rocky outcroppings

and hidden valleys, counting sheep

 

watching for coyotes while clover tirelessly

brings the strays back to the flock

 

come evening, in her caravan, a fire in the woodstove

she cooks something simple

 

it is quiet, but for the wind, for the occasional bleat

for the occasional coyote, hawk or raven

 

~

 

dawn, a chill morning and the summer meadow

is beautiful

 

alpine wildflowers beyond counting, sky so blue

clouds so white

 

later, the rumble and flash of an afternoon thunderstorm

on a distant ridge

 

the solitude is intense 

thoughts swirl around the question of why

 

the western ridgetop cuts daylight short

evenings are violet-skied

 

stars dazzle at night

constellations tell their oft-told tales

 

and with dawn, after dreams are recalled or forgotten

she begins again 

 

 

 





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Written on 2022-08-05 at 13:15

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Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
Left an imprint on my mind, As I read this felt could've been there. Regards Alan.
2022-10-30


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
A fine sketch.
2022-08-06


Sameen
You're chief at imagery. Like I said, your poems feel lived in. Bravo.
2022-08-05


Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
This is a charming poem. Pleasant and entertaining to read, and full of imagery that allows the reader to visualise the cycle of Zoey's life. Well done.
Allen
2022-08-05