|Uncle Bill—A Feisty Soul|
October 22, 1929 – November 13, 2010
for Bill and Betty
Matted in early light, the grass
uncurls around the ankles of the cows:
damp smoke. The barn’s still dark,
walls wet; the sodden beams creak
in rootless sleep; and sharpened
by the cold, a fragrance of cut hay
broods over the clank of an iron bell.
Only those fruit-laden trees, bent
low, seem buoyant. I can almost hear
the round earth whispering its story
to the seeds . . . feel the season
holding its breath to listen.
*From House of Mirrors. Bill and Betty’s small ranch was in Phoenix, Oregon, southeast of Medford. A slice of Eden.