Gone
Now, the cloud-wandering
Of the winter night,
Before the moon
Will write
Her comments
Across the pale
Rock
Invoking
Those untraveled moments
Yet to be, when soon
The silver, ambling feet
Of quail
Will flock
To greet
The sky-winged
Innocence of dawn.
Written about 1999
Photo: David Williams / Dreamstime.com / A Gambel’s Quail