The Moon spills out onto the road
Air is quiet except for the dust that blows
Crops rock gentle, they go side to side to a rhythm only they know
They stand uniform in their corn rows
The rustling leaves whisper adventurous tales from the road
Fireflies shimmer, fade, and glow
A diligent wolf carves out a new trail
Gone off course, a rogue ship that set sail
Oak trees marinate in melancholy, they wail
Whisps of clouds bumble along the sky
A bird of prey awaits the right time to fly
The passage of time is observed by the stars
The Moon watches over the land with a full heart
I love your poetry Dan! I especially like the phrasing of 'Oak trees marinate in melancholy'. The image really caught my eye too. I've always appreciated poetry and how people can put words together like that. Not something I think I could ever do!