Lightning’s deep rumble
filtered through dusk darkened sky
-ends the redwing’s song
Meadowlarks soar on
wind’s sundown prairie song
-chasing cares away
Calling dreams of yesterday
with echoing trills of joy
Just a rock placed on a wind-swept post,
Somewhat odd and out of place.
Before it sat on a prairie fence,
It rested from its’ seismic race.
Always watched by sun and sky,
Guarded by sharp thistles and thorns.
Lonely now and all alone,
Lifted high in a awkward pose.
A little piece of a farmer’s thought,
This summer’s whimsy, fantasy art.
I am completely surrounded by the beauty and power of the prairie. I see the endless horizon that draws me deep into thought, where I find peace.
I miss walking along green prairie shores
Miss gazing into deep azure skies.
I yearn for the sun’s healing touch
And witnessing the killdeer’s cry
Just above the skyline, where soft clouds ride
Where wind tracked memories reside.
These harvested acres are missing small farms;
Honeysuckle and rock piles, buried and gone
Pastures and barnyards, good things now past,
Friend now just memories, under a cross.
Shackled recollections now frozen in time
Stamped in my memory, shadows on my mind
Dust on the horizon has clouded the view
My tears cleanse the vista, though heartbreaks remain.
Life is a journey, a stroll down a lane
Good things are coming, that is heaven’s refrain.
RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #115 Clouds & Sunshine
Wind paints a night sky’s
Silver clouds with sunshine rose
-Lifting our spirit
Tonight’s September sunset, viewed from my Minnesota prairie home, sent me running for my camera!
This evening beauty
Autumn’s prairie painted sky
Sets fire to my soul