is trundled
‘cross the plains
in blocks of baled
cotton and bed rolls
of yellowing hay

Black Angus
Momma cleans her calf
in the last green waller,
while high above in the
deepening blue, a fleur-de-lis
crest of birds wing south

all of us
‘gainst the onslaught of

© s rogers 31 october 2010

2 thoughts on “Samhain

  1. Jamie Dedes says:

    Oh, lovely. Just what fall feels like on some days. I appreciate your consistent style and well-considered, well-wrought poems. Nice to visit here. I’ll be back.

  2. CatGem says:

    Thank you, Jamie — for your time and your comments — I look forward to seeing you again 🙂

Thank you for letting me know you were here.

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