Windmill in the snow

Windmills are leafless trees of the prairie.

Missing blades, pumps silent, prairie winds passing by;

Sod homes melting into the earth, from where they were formed.

No one’s home, yet tall and steely windmills stand guard against the ever changing skies,

like autumn’s leafless trees.

Bare bones, smooth and steely.



About spidersue

Working on books, working, gardening, baking, canning, knitting, crocheting, reading, walking, getting older, getting wiser, love my children, love love love my grandchildren.
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