Monday, 13 January 2014

Up the road, afternoon (Saturday)

Sunshine, people emerge like squirrels.  Blue sky in the standing water of the empty maize field, the silvered winter stalks inscribe it like a lost alphabet.  The inland hills sharp.


Crafty Green Poet said...

I love the image of people as squirrels. Also the lost alphabet of the winter stalks.


Lucy said...

Thanks for stopping by.