Eastern Wind
Winter’s wheat with a hint of red gently yields to an eastern wind.
Brittle leaves earthen toned scatter easily across the barren ground.
Heather gray spreads through the sky
as heavy clouds blot out the light.
Tiny finch darts for cover
as a mighty shadow
reveals,
a
predator searching for his supper.
Copyright © Cherrie Palmer | Year Posted 2018
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