|Solstice - Poem by Gerard Geiger|
Brown fields with thinning scalps,
sparsely strewn with faded green patches;
oases for voyagers combing food
on well worn trails.
Slanted snow fences
with thin strips of parallel slats
bowed in warm-up stretches
awaiting the frozen rush of drifts.
Oak trees bedecked in clusters
of brown paper packaging,
the last to leave the party
from summer's saturnalia.
Rolls of harvested hay
hugging the tree lines
between fields, hibernating
next to gray corn watchmen.
All tired and hushed
awaiting the shortened day,
the natural remedy for overuse
in the twilight of the years retirement.
Copyright © November 2003 Gerard A Geiger
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