Rushing between dusk-dimmed paddocks
shuffle tosses to me “a hazy shade of winter”
XXXXXXXXXXXXFields are brown now
and so they are, rough with darkened wheat stubble,
but scattered with bright pools
reflecting a rose-brushed sky.
A fox crosses the road ahead,
a blurred streak of red
as it flies under a six-strand fence.
XXXXXXXXXXXXSeasons change with the scenery
XXXXXXXXXXXXWeaving time in a tapestry
I remember the rhymes.
XXXXXXXXXXXXFunny how my memory skips
But what about mine, unpublished,
shared when there was,
for a while,
XXXXXXXXXXXXany convenient time.
A ‘roo stands tall by his mob,
silhouetted against the last light,
watching me pass,
before my headlights find the gate,
and I am home,
where my hopes have not passed away,
but simply changed.
And there is no patch of snow on the ground,
but a dozen new rhymes forming in my mind.
The definitive Hazy Shade of Winter (and the one on my car M3 payer) is of course the original! Love that song…