10.29.15 In some other time

Early morning, the dew-soaked grasses 

glow bright ochre and green and sand grey in the mist, 

as horses and alpaca and goats and sheep go about their lives 

at the farm down the road, a robust Broadwing Hawk perches 

quietly in a statuesque Oak on the edge of the meadow , 

and I watch the fog curl like a ribbon as it encounters the mountain range , 

with some brisk wind 

pressing it on and forward, 

toward some other town 

in some other time.