after break

 landscape tapestry

so familiar, 

i see almost daily

this backside of my land

beyond the ecotone

 afternoon flat light and little snow

keep my boots wet, 

wendy's coat soaked

 the snow is rich manure

for poor men this year

 who knows what she sees now,

certainly the snow

clouds and shadows.

she rolls her head into the crunchy snow

her body no longer follows the lead of her exuberant spine

she looks over her shoulder

at me. yes?

she is quiet and tired after half a walk,

will make her chatty border collie

grunt-talk when we get home

until i feed her

then she will rest nearby

a curl, a comma, of dog.

 the ecoprint on cave flax paper 

has me pleased.