Out in the field
behind the chicken house
rows of asparagus
line the edge of the woods
bent over like a hundred old men.
Seed pods cling stubbornly to the tops.
In the woods,
bare foot paths
Disappear under a snowy blanket.
Painting: Dwight L. Roth
Today at d’Verse, Merril asked us to write a Quadrille of exactly 44 words, using the word blanket in any form we choose. It is still Fall here, but I immediately thought of snow in the winter where I grew up. It was such a beautiful sight to see that first snowfall blanketing everything outside.
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