Summer Hare

In a late summer light circus, Shards of watery sunshine Moved in and out of focus. From my hide of grass I noticed, Unaware that I was there, A large-eared hare Lolling in the meadow. With twitching nose And whiskers trembling, It made a sudden spring; With lopsided gait it broke into a run, Burnished […]

The Christmas Hare

The third poem that was rejected by the magazine was one I originally wrote for a friend. It’s a bit late for Christmas, but here it is anyway.   In a snowy field one Christmas Eve I spied a windswept hare Leaping and gambolling In the frosty air. The tawny coat beguiled me, Framed by […]