Red Sun

Looking east early in the day

a smoked red sun cuts a hole through

gray clouds over spring pasture

and a sleepy old horse.

 

Its head falls onto cumulus grass,

a magpie skims and glides over green.

Black and white settles on the

Brown, dozing tranquility.

              

Long tail-feathers swipe the air,

As the horse tail sweeps and swooshes

over the still breathing land

under a smoke-red sun