Ripped Blue by Jim Fuess
SHIFTING
in that part of November
no one looked at the prairie
a warm week seemed to make it
quieter and more remote
leaf and weed became the dun
of what they lay or stood on
the river had a faint pulse
that one would have seen not heard
and in any time at all
the snow would have to be there
a warm day brought out yellow
and matte orange in the grove
some hint of what would return
after the going away
in that part of November
the prairie went on shifting
– Rodney Nelson