Winter Voices

Sounds engulf the house:

wind, coyotes, and ghost voices

broadcasting warnings. 

Sublimation

The coyotes glide

below the dry chamiso --

my forgotten fears. 

Captivity

snow rims the fence

coffee in a chipped white cup

coyote underground

Frost covers the fence this morning in long, furry crystals, creating a delicate barrier across the wire. Fence upon fence, we create our own captivity.

Morning Snow

Coyote pups call out

in the snowlight, cries ringing

flat against the walls

of a milky winter fog,

questions fading in the brush.

No visibility in this dense white fog; the mountains are hidden. We're getting a little power from a white thumbprint of a sun. The cries of the coyotes on a winter morning are haunting.