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Van Gogh - Crows in the Wheatfields
by David HillIt is Autumn here on the flatland,
fraught with the anticipation
of an ending.
Asylum is a boardinghouse rental in
this bucolic burg. From the window,
the wavy lead glass tricks my eyes,
ripples and bends the landscape.
Nothing compares with clear country sky
or the majesty of a lone white cloud.
The wheat is parted by a rutted dirt
road where the farmer drives his
work worn Ranger to the fields.
I watch an October breeze bow the stalks
and disturb the blackbirds who rise
to fly westward, always westward.
By that way, I will finally leave this place.
01/12/2005 Posted on 01/12/2005
Copyright © 2026 David Hill
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Susan Q Tomas on 01/14/05 at 04:55 PM I relate to this piece in 2 ways. On a deep level of the anticipation of an ending, and in a simpler way. The wavy lead glass making the scene look like a Van Gogh. I had a similar experience when a sprinkler was hitting my window. Since it was a sprinkler instead of rain, the outside colors in the sunlight were vivid. So the water and bright colors made it look like a French impressionist painting. That window image of yours is very cool. |
| Posted by Mary Ellen Smith on 01/31/05 at 05:45 PM this is a painting with words...most excellent! |
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