an afternoon in winter…
the geese above the field…
the field beneath the rainclouds…
so thick and straining full…
the lonesome sounds of wind-song…
the listless rustling branches…
the silhouettes so stark…
the weak grey skies above…
Une matinée d’hiver…
the useless summer stubble…
it lingers on the creek-banks…
I tarry…there…I wait…
Charissa's Grace Notes 
I love the image and words here. Janet.
Thank you so much…your comment blesses, your regular reading even more.
❤
You are most welcome:)