The sun hurries now, eager to be gone. A chill
breeze scatters the last embers of fall, crisp
leaves layer the pasture, enticing as dry toast.
The north wind will take the rest tomorrow.
Naked branches haunt this farm and we
retreat to the barn. The horses have grown
dense coats against the season ahead and the
elders, already stiff, seek corners open to the
light but protected from cold gusting threats.
My own skin is a bit thinner, rosy bruises
on my forearms. I’ll harvest the last of the
season and sort the remains. Words that
failed me. Opportunities that dried on a
branch outside my reach. And worries, torn
loose to the wind, tossed for want of healing.
Warmth will come to this prairie again but
for now we hunker close, shallow-breathing
dry air and conserving energy for the storms that
will surely come. Our nature charges a stark price
to be paid for unfinished deeds, regretfully late.
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Winter well… Thanks, Karen.
Wow, intensely bleak yet though deathly snows will try to bury our souls, hope Springs eternal.
Yes, it does! Thanks, Karen.
What a beautiful poem! It mimics the way I feel this rainy autumn Monday morning. Thank you.
Let’s share it then, thanks Alexandria.
” I’ll harvest the last of the
season and sort the remains. Words that
failed me. Opportunities that dried on a
branch outside my reach. And worries, torn
loose to the wind, tossed for want of healing.”
I feel the same way, but couldn’t have put it into those exact words. Thank you.
It’s a sorting the remains sort of day. 🙂 Thank you, Mrs. Shoes
Wow- you have a beautiful way with words….
Thank you, I like words almost as much as horses.
Holy yikes. Well dat’s just a tad profound. Thanks for stirring that which needed to be stirred.
Well,, Corey, there are those who will tell you I think WAY too much. Thank you.
Love this! Beautiful picture and words. Thanks!!
Thanks, Debbie. Bittersweet time of year.
This is beautiful. Thank you for writing it….”warmth will come to this prairie again”.
It always does… Thanks, Carrie.
So very beautiful- I love language and you have such a way with it that digs deep into a heart. I aimed for an upbeat week’s beginning, but after reading this, felt the need to wander around in melancholia just a little longer. Those words…
Sorry, Candice… It’s where I found myself. And thanks for the kind words.
No apologies please-I’ve never been good at false enthusiasm – your poetry is soulful, and this one spoke deeply
Beautifully atmospheric, thank you
Thank you, Kate. In the air indeed.
Striking too close to home.
Sigh. Mine, too.
Nice Anna thanks
Wow, the words and the image are great!
Thank you, a bittersweet season.
Lovely photo!
Thank you.