October Light (39)

//October Light (39)

October Light (39)

Where I backed the silver trailer
In the autumn rain, pressing close
To oak boards once painted black,
The wooly longhorn turns his head

To enter the vacant space,
Stepping into cool darkness.
Nearby, buttressed with stilt grass,
Panicles of pink knotweed,

The tomb of the ground spider,
Diurnal shroud decorated with fallen
Sugarnut leaves, funneling light.
The rain taps the pale gauze, and,

Deep within the coiled cold
The hungry mouth moves, twitching—
If it had a slavering tongue, surely
It would lick its dripping, ebony fangs.

By | 2019-10-21T21:36:07-05:00 October 21st, 2019|Farm|0 Comments

About the Author:

Forrest Pritchard is a full-time sustainable farmer and New York Times bestselling author, holding a BA in English and a BS in Geology from William & Mary. Smith Meadows, his farm, was one of the first “grass finished” operations in the country, and has sold at leading farmers’ markets in the Washington DC area for two decades. Pritchard's books have received starred reviews from The Washington Post, Publishers Weekly, Library Journal, NPR, and more.

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