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December 03, 2015
early December —
a groomed field of winter wheat
where the corn once stood
1 comment:
Karen
said...
This satisfying haiku captures the fields I pass en route to Princeton in the morning. I love the sense of cyclical transformation, of the seasons, of industry, of agriculture. It's about humans in place, both natural and built. Also, just the words "early December" put in play how the light has become weaker, and I can see that wan morning light on glowing frost in the fields, or how it falls too easily to sunset, too early. Thanks for writing every day!
1 comment:
This satisfying haiku captures the fields I pass en route to Princeton in the morning. I love the sense of cyclical transformation, of the seasons, of industry, of agriculture. It's about humans in place, both natural and built. Also, just the words "early December" put in play how the light has become weaker, and I can see that wan morning light on glowing frost in the fields, or how it falls too easily to sunset, too early. Thanks for writing every day!
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