A Poem to Share

The Farmer’s Pavane

Old beige skeletal

unharvested corn stands defiant,

braced against December snows

Green harvest machines

have rooted, unmoving, silent

where they were left last week.

Wondering hopeful horses

look out of their barn

waiting release to paddocks.

Cows lowing patient

huddle for the warmth

with sisters in the barn.

Village residents flock

to the barnlike church

and huddle with their brethren.

The soul

of the farm

mourns.