the fallow field looms on
as the sky draws nigh dark
forlorn
fuzzy seeds from dandelions
grow high on the breeze
furrows run straight on over the slight rise
of the mid hill
on the eastern side
all seems peaceful
and the moon speaks his misty taunt
over the dark silhouettes
of evergreens
planted years ago to break
the wind
all is  calm
I feel farrowed forlorn
watching
I feel silhouetted


on a horizon
on the eastern side
on top the slight rise
following the furrows

I walk on