Nature Done Wright

  We thought we would ring out 2009 with four seasonal poems about the Celery Farm by Charley West, accompanied by a photo by Seymour Drakes.

   We will post one a day through Thursday.

   Monday Morning Mysteries may return next week, if I can dig up some mysteries or someone would like to pass some new ones along.

The Farm  (I – Winter)

By Charley West

Leaves have fallen. Limbs are bare.
Mammals don their solstice wear.
Frost and chill are in the air.
The Farm for winter does prepare.

Graying skies of somber mood.
Empty woods in silence brood.
Angry winds with cold imbued,
Herald caching vital food.

Into dens the furies crawl,
Sleeping through inclement brawl.
Many aves heard the call:
Migrate early – miss the squall.

Low beneath an icy crust,
Denizens’ implicit trust
Of safety from predacious lust.
Patiently the Farm adjusts.

Deluged now by drifting snow,
Buffeted by polar flow
And temperatures that drop below,
Only Brave and Hardy show!

At the Farm in winter.