Meadow (Tanka Story)

by Georgia

through grass

Four Seasons

new green shoots
peep through the muddy meadow
lush promises
shiny new scare crow
stands proudly on guard

poppies and mayweed
dance in the meadow
this hot cloudy day
a storm’s heavy raindrops
wash the scarecrow of bird dung

last tufts of grain
geese fly honking over-head
old down-trod scarecrow
now sun-bleached and ragged
stands in the empty meadow

barren and bleak
where once stood a scarecrow
there’s now a snow man
with bright scarf and top hat
cold – the meadow sleeps and dreams

an old scarecrow
unseen – in the meadow rests
until spring

© G.s.k.’15

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