Just Looking

 I looked at the pig

As the buzzard looked at us

And beyond more eyes

Two calves tumbled from their shed

Fixed by curiosity

Origins

Before me we were

With horizons we walked to

And there were others

Of rocks, trees and sky, our kin

We all travelled together

COLD

Winter is calling
A sky full of chanting geese
Cold gets inside clothes
As I walk from the old year
geese have left the sky behind