Harvest

Shafts of light slice through the loosened boards
Scrabbling along the hay-washed floor
dimming down the dusty corners
still smelling of the dry harvests.

Horse a little restless in her stall.

Or is that rustle cut from a different day?
Green hayfields full of noisy birds,
mixed flocks foraging in sparking swirls,
hushing down in the green-yellow grasses.
Love pushing into the afternoons,
still evenings drenched with dreams.

Southern Colorado near Crestone