“Withered Fields”……from “Pitcher of Moon”.

Winter Scene 2

Withered Fields

Winter brings withered fields,

Hoar-frost covers stalks of grain,

And leaves a brittle hollow

Leached of color to a pale dun

A shade of nothingness,

Now snapped and dried twigs

Just to be called stubble,

Debris.

Pale, thin air conspires in this withering

To starve the landscape surrounding,

A drawing of air not enough for life,

Too shallow for lungs, just a whistling down brittle tubes of grain,

The ghostly sound of pipes,

A frozen Pan of the fields.

The north wind a Howling scream, sweeping

The land before it

And only those far under ground

Are spared its crippling caress.

This withering of landscape reflects within.

Age, infirmities

bring the cold inside

Where no amount of warm fire, wool

Feet propped against a blazing fire

Can stem the ravages of what Is happening outside

As it swirls under doors and through

Shut and shuttered windows.

Hands grow thin and clawed

Bones reluctant of movement,

Skin dry , itching – A monk’s hair shirt

A penitence unbidden

But ours for the sin of growing old.

There is little to do

But crawl to the fire,

Wrap ourselves in solitude

And pray these withered fields

Obey the cycle of seasons

And fertility be reclaimed in time.

Jane Kohut-Bartels

Copyrighted 2012-2014….”Withered Fields” from Pitcher of Moon, published by Amazon.com, 2014

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2 Responses to ““Withered Fields”……from “Pitcher of Moon”.”

  1. TR Says:

    I appreciate more and more this time through your poems – “Pale, thin air conspires in this withering To starve the landscape surrounding” Love this. xx

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  2. ladynyo Says:

    Thank you, TR. I wish I could get back to poetry….but “Devil’s Revenge” has my hands full…and my attention right now.

    And this season, Winter…is the most productive of all for me for poetry. Perhaps when we get some storms….or even snow flurries?? that will kick start the poetry again. I hope so. It’s hard not to repeat yourself and find new ways of seeing nature. It’s there, it’s just the brain and thoughts are lagging.

    xox

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