I’ve roamed here before
Last years summer heat
Lazing about the full grass
Cautioning the flies
That swell when the breeze dies down.
These cows they look familiar
But the birds, they’re all new
They have a shrill
That reminds me of chicks
Taking flight for the first time.
I’ll watch the leaves blow
Flashing me their white underbellies,
A reminder that even trees
Have a sensitive side
And to mind where I choose to reap
So that even the Sun knows
I have heeded its cry.
Category: farming
Drying Mounds of Dirt (day 3201)
Hardness crumbling
Polytonality
Movable yet immovable
Leftover Grass (day 3172)
Today I watched a piece of grass
Leftover from last Autumn
Blow about its stalky stout
In early morning Wind,
As it had so clearly done
Manys a time before.
It bent at its very base
Roots that held it strong,
Coupled there to the Earth
Untrained and unsung.
Rotting Extinction (day 3170)
There were no more ways for the buffalo to roam
Fences stopped their grazing and wild land migration
Farmers began to cultivate their food with chemicals
And soon they became desired by man for their very skin
That kept them warm through the winter
Leaving the only thing they couldn’t be robbed of
Their soul, their wild and herd driven soul
Alone, rotting on the fields forever.
Late Spring Snow (day 3166)
Sprouts
Anxiously awaiting
Frozen
Storm (day 3164)
Today the storm came
It rushed in with winds
Barreling right down
On the home
It tore open the gates
And released the chickens
It upended the coltsfood
And sent the peas all flying.
Forgotten (day 3157)
Forgotten
Like rotten apples waiting for mouse
Misunderstood by weather patterns
Shaken and jostled
And tossed aside
To be
Forgotten
Sunflower (day 3153)
You woke up in a sunshine day
So brightly in the field
Born among crop grasses and herbs
You rose above the rest.
And now each morning
You rise awake
East your morning face,
Track sun through day lit sky
And say goodnight
To Western sunset
Sweetly for the night.
Growth vs. Growth (day 3145)
For what used to be technology
– Figments of built up society –
Has fallen down,
By our own will
Freedom seems such a funny phrase.
But then to look
Upon the birds
Returning from the South,
Weaving and spinning
Joyeous beginning
Of Spring is in the air.
All could change
All can change
Of our built up digital world:
Roads and electric poles,
City sidewalks set ablaze,
Consumption tracks
Buried deep
In plastic bags we reap.
But then to look
Just look at the greening abound!
See the buds popping
See grass growing
Watch as Sun warms the earth.
Sombre Howling (day 3133)
There’s a cool cloud
Hovering around today.
It’s sinking in with a density
That fogs the brain
Into thinking darkness
And hardness
Is the souls responsibility
To bare time out here…
Like a grown man.
And in the cool whisps of mist
The rifle cackle
Of a far off mystery
Stirs the dogs
Into sombre howling.