STUBBLE by David Osgerby
The harvest home, only stubble now remains.
The wheat is in, and farmers give thanks for clement weather.
The last harvester has inched its way
down narrow country lanes,
as the landscape holds its breath,
and waits for tractors towing
serried ranks of patient seagulls.
Soon, soon, this will come.
But for now, the land is free of clutter,
and I can see the contours of the land.
The face of nature has been shaved,
and only stubble now remains.
© David Osgerby 2012.
David writes: “Hello from London. I was born in Preston, but have been living in London for over 35 years. I work for London Underground, and have been writing and performing poetry for a couple of years now. I often find myself writing about Holderness, which will always be home to me.”
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keep writing david, xxxx