Life With Horace

poetry & essays



the still bright reach
of setting moon on snow
slender plum tree shadows
reaching from the west,
coyote yips and calls
caroming off the mountain
through black ice
ribbon wrapped woods,
snaking through
my open window arrow slit,
rousing the defenders
of this sleeping winter bastion
to make their voices heard
our pennant flown in answer

nothing gets dogs up from sleep to full on barks faster than the coyote pack at night.

Author: Life With Horace

Poetry & Essays

4 thoughts on “moonset

  1. Here too, those wily strangers set off a cascade of dog retorts up and down the canyon. For a moment, as I started reading this post, I thought you might be in New Mexico. But I realize these must be Monadnock coyotes…


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