Shoreline
Red grasses shiver in the wind under a grey
and lonely sky. The yellow reeds stand by the bay
like arrows. Crows squat on a single bale of hay
that lies, forgotten, in the field, left to decay.
I see small creatures’ paw prints in the soggy clay
that lines the shore. They skim the water’s edge. Who may
have made these tracks? Where do they go? I cannot say -
I hope to cozy burrows and not far astray.
The wild geese honk their hoarse cries, and without delay
they lift off, circle once; I watch them fly away
and take my longing with them on their wings. I stay
behind and walk the same old path as every day.
January 11, 2017
Copyright © Agnes Krampe | Year Posted 2017
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