Untitled by Michaelene Shannon
Fingerling white clouds
Juxtapose leafy patterns
Stark contrasts brazenly
Grate visual sensibility
The field abounds
Waves of leaves
Shiny and luscious
In shades of verdant green
A tentative promise
Treasures to come
Golden and sweet
To satiate many bellies
The distant horizon
Seats three silos
Of varying heights
Awaiting harvest day
Crow looms overhead
It seems, he too, is
In the clutches of
Anticipatory enchantment
Unbidden she navigates
Dark and narrow spaces
Footsteps settle firmly
On unseeable terrain
From naked surrender
Borne of innocent wonder
And awestruck curiosity
She poses for no one