A Minnesota Autumn's Tale (a poem)

A Minnesota
Autumn’s Tale


It is a Minnesota autumn’s tale
That the leaves twist twilight over its many lakes,
And the guideless wind swept leaves lunge forward,
Like flags and flakes colourful veils and shawls,

And the Minnesota moon falls cold,
With the smell of burnt leaves, and the crouching
Cornfield crows flock with the owls, and cows,
In the autumn farm fields of Minnesota
It is a Minnesota autumn’s tale indeed.

Of fields, and burning leaves,
With crows with wide wings, and scarecrows
Stuffed with wilted weeds and woollen cloths
Coverings—as the crows comb the musty sky,
Waiting for morning— with bare white eyes,

Here only the wind sings,
As the leaves pass by, and the cries of the
Hunger of the birds—lost in the cold—drifts astray
Curled up within their wings, caught in the centre
Of a Minnesota autumn’s tale…!

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