Poetry  – 

Places Real and Imagined

I’ve loved the imagery of place so arrogantly
I diagnosed myself a topophiliac:
fallen apples returning to earthy orchard soil,
fields of wheat bearing the weight
of early snowfall,
the unpredictable arrival
of my barn owl friend
who I would wake for and follow
until his hoot was speared by pine needles
and grew too faint to hear.