Shades of gray

Greyish brown fields under dark steel blue clouds

Awaiting to pull the snow cover
high above the plowed shoulders

Trying to to catch the sharp light
from the crescent moon;
but it leans the other way now

An eagle flies, looking for its meal
but not even field mice
can find the daylight now
they remain inside
sleeping.




Poetry by Onwards
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Written on 2011-11-29 at 19:37

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countryfog
Beautiful picture, as always. Yesterday my eagle returned in the afternoon, and this morning a splatter of dove feathers beneath the pine outside my door. Your mice were more fortunate.
2011-11-30