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

After nearly 10 years away from my web, I have decided to journey back to weaving. I live in Mandan, North Dakota,along the Missouri River and love to garden, so I thought I would share the trip between garden and loom with my spider muse named Deloris.
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