Poems by Michael Lyle
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Drawn
by Michael Lyle
From Canary Spring 2019
Michael lives in the North Fork Goose Creek watershed near the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia.
the mother rabbit’s fur
is smooth beneath my hand
her kits gathered
in the nest under the forsythia
we have watched each other for weeks
discerning intent
a searching of hearts
it has come to this
like the first taking of a lover’s hand
she hops slowly
to where I sit
in the back yard
surrounded by fading light
feral sacrament
of warmth and bone
Previously published in an earlier version in the author’s collection, The Everywhere of Light (2018)
© Michael Lyle
Humble Homily
by Michael Lyle
the promised snow
falls on fields
behind my house
nine black steers
ease together
like pilgrims
to evening fire
the once stark forms
an ebony flow
on brightening ground
© Michael Lyle