My Poem Leeward…………………….finalist for the Rash Award, Broad River Review

Leeward

 

Red barn on white hillside,

charcoal smoke rises

lazy, from farmhouse chimney.

In nearby field

grackles scavenge stubble,

seeking enough from dearth.

Death and earth…

existence as we know it

sometimes in dark season.

Distantly a dog barks.

Startled grackles surge aloft,

an oddly hopeful sign.

Warmed by the fire

within brave, fragile walls,

a family waits for spring.

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