The Landscape's Stillness
Discolored meadow
overtaken by swollen clouds,
comfort the wild tree...
Are there blue mountains
beyond the unfrequented prairie?
Find the horizon...
No cowboys on horses;
no coffee brewing on logs,
while they are singing...
Late Fall scenery,
not yet conquered by deep snow,
make this day dazzle...
Hungry spiders crawl
with a despised, changeless pace;
the coyotes howl...
Frightened by those sounds,
I feed more logs to the fire,
to shun strange vibes...
Seeing that sun blaze
over the landscape's stillness,
I begin to dream...
(c ) Copyright 2014 by Andrew Crisci
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