earth

a divot in snow
from a lucky rabbit’s toe.
and the fox should know.

mud up to my knees.
earth a pool of brown slushy.
weather temperament.

the tarp of blue sky
bright as a baby boy’s face.
full of innocence.

the cat’s cocked ear
the only acknowledgment
for my servitude.

the sun bends the earth
between the folds of lost time.
small spaces of hope.

in the tight corner
the cat curls into a ball.
spinning yarn in dreams.