On The Red Arrow From Edmonton Poem by Gordon R Menzies

An old broken tree in a corner field
forgotten, far too difficult to plow
leans pensive on a split cedar fence
reaching one splintered arm over a
lost railway track curving through
thin ranks of trees and new snow
leaves its teeth marks in the white
rolling sea surge of sleeping fields
beneath a cinder grey winter sky
I puzzle out the wend and twist of
fox prints across a frozen river
small runes on stained parchment
see where she paused to listen to
river whispers beneath the old ice
a layering of crayfish and minnow
by the bones of a cow, diminishing
the spring flood time, the green time
is nearer than the passing of bones
and things are stirring in her womb