Skylark

I heard a song
from the woods
a beautiful melody
it lifted my heart with it
what sounded like love
took wing
its music lighter than air
we soared
over images
from a high
but a long slow landing
left me reeling
when I wondered
was it just a lark

Winter

Dark bristles
on the light hide
of a boar’s back
of a mountain side
the boar roots
through bristles
of chestnut hulls
and hides

Cold
leaves me ravenous
rootless
I bristle
and look for sustenance
and find it
in the mountain sides