Agitation shakes the fields
restlessness quivers in the treelines
the migratory birds sense the south
and are nervous to be there
rising up out of the corn in false starts
at the slightest human intrusion.
I shalll miss them when they're gone
my demesne reduced and hoping to live simply
in the coming seasons of spareness
wrapped in an extravagance of love
among the creatures who stay put for each other.
at the slightest human intrusion.
I shalll miss them when they're gone
my demesne reduced and hoping to live simply
in the coming seasons of spareness
wrapped in an extravagance of love
among the creatures who stay put for each other.
