Tuesday, January 24, 2017

The Scarecrow In His Meditations

sunflowers grow in the dark
I know he said to himself
so why not I

without the sun
on nights when nothing
comes to mind but straw

and the straw filled.
all night and day I watch
the hills for come what may

but May doesn't come
it is autumn pays my way
and the tinge of the pumpkin moon

and the purple crows at noon
and me ineffectual as ever.
sunflowers grow in the dark

oh, why not I
and the little straw larks
by break of day

by my breaking heart remembered,
missing the meadows of time.

mary angela douglas 24 january 2017