to the land of stalwart folk
if you squint, bales of hay look like grazing cattle.
flattened plains of North Dakota compel respect.
barren branches stretch sleepily, prepare for a long nap.
i cower ‘neath cloud-strewn skies of pewter gray.
flattened plains of North Dakota compel respect
as farmers put their fields to bed,
await the piercing chill.
barren branches stretch sleepily, prepare for a long nap,
scratching leaden heavens, mourning loss of green,
dreams of spring growth.
i cower ‘neath those cloud-strewn skies of pewter gray,
and honor hardy folk who till the earth
to feed her children.
I just returned from visiting family in North Dakota. We drove north to within a mile of the Canadian border. The scenery inspired me to use this as a topic for Mary’s prompt at dVerse Poetics–to write a poem using a form, new to me, called Trimeric. I hope you will stop by and learn more about it. It provides a great jump-start for creativity.