Catch the Fire

The land dips and bounds
across my view

like an éclair, with shades of icing.

First layer accepts an old tractor
parked in rust

secondly is a sheep pasture
in a cacophony of sound

followed by winding outlines
of uninterrupted acreage

silhouetted with Autumn colours.

Somewhere in the greening
a fox is sly-watchful.

© Richard L. Provencher

Published Issue 4: June 2010
Yes, Poetry