Until Horizons Find The Rain

Written by: Michael Smith

Winds of change
Carry tears of scarecrow away
Where ravens sit
Sins upon a straw man jin

Applause
Withered corn it does
Tattered flags beneath a desolate sky
Months drudge, but never cry

Thus, the Elderberry blossoms regardless
Muses to the ears of sadness
Till plagues of Magpie pluck its eyes
And all are desperate further cries

From Rockwell farmhouse dreams
Aging timber creaks, struggling just to dustbowl breathe
Underground sleeping shadow clouds dormant
Consciousness dried up, offers copper leaves

Rising sun thrusting triumphant as do emerald weeds 
Macbeth lends death comforting fields of grains
And what can, crows to fleas migrate east
Along trodden roads great escape, till horizons find the rains