Saturday, November 21, 2015

A Shiny Day

A shiny day of amber damp.
A slow day not windish.
A changing, shifting, faint,
ever so faint suspense
of forthcoming damp.
But bright sun dapples
the tall grass. The plants stand
still breathe lightly.
The goats peaceful in their languor;
chewing frankly, lolling;
unembarrassed maternal
bellies thick with juice.
Magistrates of the barn.
By dark, rain.
Come dawn, the tree tops blaze
in a towering sun.

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