where clover-lattice shepherds
Whitetail refuge. Single-pulsed
with train whistle and finch trills.
Scarlet piedmont, nutmeg clay
Home poplar kernels and leaves.
Their cider veins mirage creek
and skyline. Reflection lost
in river rings. Stone recoil
perturbs her autumnal rest.
She catches me in creeping
thistle. Barbs pinch at my side.
At mercy of chilling draft,
two eyes trace her cryptic banks
between ancestral oak, Night
shade. I have angered the gods.