Sun low in the Southern sky.
The sheep wear woolen sweaters,
Purchased ten thousand years ago.
Alone all day. then Zoom!
Suddenly, many faces on the screen.
Oh no!
Pile of dishes
I surrender and do them all
Morning kitchen gleaming clean.
Gray curtain of rain
Soaking the far-off mountain.
Sky gifting Earth.
Sunset purple majesty
Bare trees backlit by clouds on fire
The curtain falls.
I flee the network’s magic map.
In the woods, I stumble.
Soft moss greets my palm.
Cold morning. Frisbee. Dog
on the open field–
Joy even on a leash.
A professional editor for over thirty years, Ed works in a variety of genres. His projects have received publishing and professional awards.