Mama
Got a photo postcard today
from my brother who stayed
back on the old place
north of Concordia
when the rest of us moved to Colorado.
Looks like they've got no complaints.
"Richard on Eds shoulder,
he couldn't look out. Mrs. and myself
in our oats field, it made 62 bu."
We watch the clouds build up in the west,
watch them pass by our fields,
watch them continue east to deliver their rain.
It's sure enough dry here -- nearly desert.
But there's a beauty in it, and we are learning
to lean into the wind and weather. We'll stay.
©Mary Lee Hahn, 2016
"...we are learning/to lean into the wind..." Love this image -- the hope in it, but there is also a sense of resignation or sorrow, too. I love poems that have a little bit of both. Chiaroscuro.
ReplyDeleteLike Steve, I love "we are learning/to lean into the wind and weather." An important lesson for me too.
ReplyDeleteMe three."But there's a beauty in it, and we are learning
ReplyDeleteto lean into the wind and weather. We'll stay.Me three: "
Some days you just have to do the best you can. At least I wrote, right?
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that sky
infinite
those clouds
ominous
those crops
extensive
we humans
infintesimal
(C) Carol Wilcox, 2016
we exclaim over
vast wheaty wealth
that stretches
as far as we can see
we do not realize
foreboding gray clouds
fill the sky
directly behind us
(C) Carol Wilcox, 2016
I like them both for the contrasts of large and small, but I especially like the second one, with that last line separated. Ominously.
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