Fall Field

 

Fall Field

Plowed down fallow field,
Magpie steals and cries.
Dried clod in denim roll,
Morning glory rise.

Black hawk wheels on wing,
Spinning windmill sighs.
Dark smoke drags machine,
Morning glory dries.

 

G W Sisk
April 2010

 

 

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