shift

shift

the seasons are changing

golden fields cut low

in an ever changing dance

of life and death

birth and reaping

ideas sown and left

to  grow or die

golden light shafts through blue sky dawn

dust and barley scents the air

road kill crushed

buzzing

the air high

and sweet with decay

i hold you close

but need to let you go.

k.d  28/7/12