Beyond the Red River
Added 2024-08-05 06:02:22 +0000 UTCThe birds have flown their summer skies to the south,
And the flower-money is drying in the banks of bent grass
Which the bumble bee has abandoned. We wait for a winter lion,
Body of ice-crystals and sombrero of dead leaves.
A month ago, from the salt engines of the sea,
A machinery of early storms rolled toward the holiday houses
Where summer still dozed in the pool-side chairs, sipping
An aging whiskey of distances and departures.
Now the long freight of autumn goes smoking out of the land.
My possibles are all packed up, but still I do not leave.
I am happy enough here, where Dakota drifts wild in the universe,
Where the prairie is starting to shake in the surf of the winter dark.
-Thomas McGrath
Comments
Steel yourself. It's coming.
Garuda
2024-08-07 00:28:07 +0000 UTCIf you're going to the end of the game with these I'm gonna need you to destroy me emotionally
Chaotick9
2024-08-06 23:47:45 +0000 UTCAmazing
XTempest
2024-08-05 11:14:27 +0000 UTC
