valley green

the valley green is golding, a slow seasonal conquest
turning leaves, returning summer energy to their source
the pasture empty of the contemplative cattle
confined now to home farm byre
winter mist rises ghostlike from the winding waterway
spreading magical fingers across the flat
a heron looms from the ground cloud
stalking kinglike the empty banks of a river kingdom
the far hills still glow green in their ground covering
shaded with the spreading russet of autumn
summer lifeless chimneys breathe again
smoke rising and twisting in a message of warmth
soon the white of frost and snow
will blanket the glen and crown the braes in winter glory
for those who live to one day die
time and her seasons rule with inevitable change


Copyright © 2012 by Eryll Oellermann