Placing a lid on every little thing –
Had this been what I have been waiting for?
Tans and brown…earth’s tone… in a tussle with last fall’s harvest…blowing, blowing, away.
Rock bed thirsty for nourishment’s flow.
god’s Third Eye could not see the creation that I hear.
Swallows and finches all singing for their pride.
Fringe elements at play when spring and winter collide.
To steal away from our barns…untended?
To tuck away the surface of things?
To forsake seasons in the midst of battle?
Only a January joke.