Richness of the pasture,
the warmth of sunshine,
rains of heaven: a prairie
summer captured in clover,
cut, ripened, baled and bound.
Rolls scattered through fields
at random or neatly aligned:
summer bundled in bronze.
Winter-disguised as vague lumps
under clean, snowy blankets,
wind-dusted at times.
Frozen, frosted, they still appeal;
hungry deer tug at sweet strands,
certain it’s all for them; – and find
last summer’s mice nestled deep.
–My poem from 2013
2 thoughts on “Summer, Baled and Stored”
I love this poem and having grown up on the prairie in South Dakota, your images are certainly familiar. Your title drew me in but the poem kept me!!!
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Thanks for your comment. This is such a common prairie sight.🙂