Robert Marsland

see the buzzard (buteo buteo) careening across
the above like a shaper of existence, a smallish god,
a being of greater or lesser dimension, no less,
- shuddering to loftier heights, eating up the purple sky
and mewling cat-like to its brethren on the highland
plateaus. he is the one who gives form
to the heavens, the singer all in one

Sun and Rose
the sun digs its claw in my head and draws out a rose
of delicate peach,
new and fresh

Robert Marshland ©2010