My Heart Slows Writing This
for Charles Van Vooren
Lived truths nature incapable of comprehending.
Forged self against uncompromising,
What sang between heart,
long silent field hours?
Same air breathed?
Were rewards of dreams
knowledge you had them?
Initials carved in barn’s hickory floor?
Brittle tree brances, few leaves,
remaining wrinkled berries
Hard cow dung.
Woodchucks, raccoons, slinking fox,
How many crickets are heard?
Pioneer Pine Weeping Ash Spirit Oak
from Lef. Copyright © James Humphrey Trust.