Breezy,
or
or
Aeolian cerebrations*
Somewhere out
in the far field
a pissed-off
cow makes her sound
buzzsaw mating a freight train.
I've lived my life
always
asking what’s next;
now I stand
by the opening dirt
and know.
Still the cool breeze comes
living on the air, to
swirl embrace instigate
couplings of leaves
scatter
the waiting seeds.
September 2011
Posted for Friday Flash 55 at the G-Man's
*added for the titillation of the grey matter of said connoisseur of 55's