Landscape

The brilliant western sun

in glorious burnt orange fury

is headed out to pasture

Making room for

a seamless starry night

for those clear, incandescent lights

to illuminate

a century of

waiting ruins

Tame at last

the scattered sun rays

make their last stand

The whippoorwill sings

of a vast, aching loneliness

In the glimmering, glowing sunset

skies fade to rust

evening birds take flight

ripened wheat sways

in wild gyration

Somewhere walking

in deep distant dust

footprints left for a moment

The countryside echoes silence

faded flowers dream

the prairie,

a land slung low

the history screams