Boy with a Bird Tattoo

A great, grey heron
rises – black-cloaked
against
a cornflower-dawn sky...

wings – outstretched
shadowing
the fields of summer;
corn ripens

ripples
in a sudden corridor
of wind. Poppies
nod – black eyed;

red petals, shed
to the whim
of a capricious breeze...

while beneath a willow
sleeps my love...
the boy
with eyes of ambergris

and whose body
shines
with the light
of a flight
of wild geese

rising high
above these
hollyhock hills,
to the other side
of a morning moon.