Crows circle over windrows
on black wings wet with dew,
seeking seed among stalk corpses
waiting to be baled.
One last feast
before the culling,
a final bite before the cut
of coming cold.
Monthly Archives: December 2014
Walking Home
Lights line the river on both sides,
the air is tourist cold, comfortable.
A late boat arrives to chase away
a daring bit of darkness.
I stop to fix my hat
then continue on my way.