Huge Flowering Tree
hovers white, centered in a
Wild, Overgrown Field
Tag: fields
Brief Dawn
Clouds allow the rising sun to briefly
slap itself against some houses, whose
cold, long shadows in the rear cling to
what they can of a fallow field as the
sun splashes fresh, yellow brightness
between the homes until the sudden
cheerful light is shut off by the clouds
Not Very Long Ago
a man took a cool-looking
tractor and mowed the field of
wildly free weeds (or AKA: August Fire
Hazard) behind our little house in Hanoverton,
Ohio; also chopping up or squashing many ground
hogs, chipmunks or whatever other living creatures
that couldn’t get away, since they had made nice
comfy homes there through almost two years
of neglect, and I know this because a distinct
odor of extinction thickly wafts our way
from time to time when the wind
provides an obliging path.
Ohio Moor
Low fog drifts among tall
new and used grasses, through an
unplowed field, creating a white lake of
bottomless tassel tops, while a blood
red cardinal eyeballs a
drippy, swinging birdfeeder
TR
The Field of a Hundred Sparrows and Two Cats
Between the house
and a farmer’s several silo’s and monstrous see-through hay barn
Unused last year
weeds had a field day growing tall, strong, interspecies unprejudiced
Now a foot of snow
flattens or bows most of the weeds, bringing their seeds earthward and
a hundred sparrows
daily dine on the seeds after dawn and before dusk, hanging on the stems
sliding in the snow
flitting here and there in groups, singly, constantly keeping eyes out
for two black cats
living under the porch that crash the birds’ dining, hoping to glean their own
stray little delicacies
TR
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