Monday, August 22, 2011


Sleeping, sluggish, a dormant desire
is drawn from the dog days of summer-
as the front is unfolded
the summer defrocked
I return from a lazy warm slumber.

And the creak of the hasp
and the shake of the aspen
spark dreams of October fire.

And the velvet glance
and the cyclic dance
an alluring chance to conspire.

Rising, alert, an ancient urge
springs forth from a change in the weather
it will not relent
breathing deeply the scent
of the chase and the blood stained tether.