February Poem

If the edge of the landscape starts to light around 7 am,
the month of February must be growing wan.
Frost, not snow clings to the pasture grass,
a welcome, earlier, sun glistens in the East.
Its light is weak, the color of pale straw
or the long-faded weeds of the side ditch.
Fleeting moments in a wave of warmth,
they slipping away, [...]

January Farm Poem by Sarah Aubrey

January
There is a blue light at dawn that soon fades to grey
and stays there even
as the barn cat goes to hunt at dusk.
Sometimes, though, the steely sky silhouette’s
the grain-leg and the shed as if sketched by pencil lead
while a blush of pink peeks between clouds
at day’s end.
Two pairs of gloves, overalls, a hat and coat,
the gear [...]