After months without a view because of the beautiful, tall cornfields, the distant horizon can be a mesmerizing sight, filled with the smells and sounds of a different, yet familiar, place.
Looking east from where I live, the lagging warm temperatures of day create a hazy, foggy pastoral scene, of a morning, across the recently harvested cornfields and it is a blessing in magnitude hearing the geese feeding frantically and invisibly until the fog lifts. Then when the sun begins its rise, the shadowy glimpses of distant objects on the horizon command your every instinct as you look, listen and smell the uniquely, coming day.
You are alive and you have taken the time to notice it! Have a great day and try not to take it for granted…..look, listen and smell of it….for you are blessed to be alive!
Mornings After Harvest
Across the trampled field of corn, filled with geese in the early morn’,
the distant horizon peeks beneath the fog
that partially hides the distant train headed north in a misty rain
as my ears pick up the howl of a farmer’s dog
chasing geese along the fence, in and out of a fog, so dense,
the geese themselves don’t know which way to go.
And all you hear are gaggle screams, like those heard…. in nightmarish dreams,
as a lifting fog exposes the new day’s glow.
That’s how it is each country morn’, looking east where once was corn,
across the fields now flattened for the plow
that soon will turn the stubble down exposing all the black and brown
after feeding every deer and bird and cow
that lurk and wait for harvest day so they can romp and eat and play
before the winter winds begin to blow
and life again is cold and harsh; birds all dreaming of the southern marsh,
and the rest of us await the coming snow.
copyright 2013 t. j. gargano