A quiet landscape
stretches forever to the naked eye
one yet cries
when a vision reminds us
certain figures exist
would remind us without warning
fields of grain
flowing in the winds of autumn
might only represent
some temporary manifestation
of a temporary shadow
a silent fix
holds beauty
and that out of reach
passion for life
we all seem drawn to find
in the surreal skies
of Autumn.
Winter begins its sojourn
the nights are beginning to chill
the mind, the body,
the exploration
what love is,
how it was ever meant to be,
while we contemplate
the fascination
of some man-made
artistry,
years of finding balance
with nature,
an ability to rip the soil
from man
in a heartbreak
meant to define
the grand design.
I took a walk inside the aging grain,
only to find my way in a hidden truth.
© Scott F Savage 2019
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