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.