The midnight fires of early April
Fueled with Chinook winds , tended
on the hour ..
Oak smoke canopies obliterating
my vernal stars , choking visible breath ,
rushing into Camp creek lowlands ..
Shadow spirits growing taller with
each feeding , trudging lit furrows ..
" Heat your row , learn you garden ,
toil in Spring , reap at harvest .."
Apr 3, 2016
Apr 3, 2016 at 12:31 AM UTC
The midnight fires of early April
Fueled with Chinook winds , tended
on the hour ..
Oak smoke canopies obliterating
my vernal stars , choking visible breath ,
rushing into Camp creek lowlands ..
Shadow spirits growing taller with
each feeding , trudging lit furrows ..
" Heat your row , learn you garden ,
toil in Spring , reap at harvest .."
Copyright April 2 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
**Building bonfires on four corners of large vegetable garden tracts . Shoveling the coals along the rows at intervals to prevent damage from frost .. All night work ..
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