morning, noon, and night
the sound of the grain drier
echoing through bare trees
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Late November finds farmers in their fields harvesting corn well into the night. While putting the dog outside…
lighted factories
moving through the fields at night
combines racing time
combines in the fields
harvesting months of farmers’
toils, tears, hopes, and prayers
Starting last week, I began to see tan dust raising out of the local fields, a sure-fire sign that combines…
September cornfield
withering from green to brown
for one last chapter
Driving home from work yesterday, I first noticed the “beginning of the end” for a cornfield I pass every day. The solid…
deer in the bean field
robbing the farmer’s harvest
nibble by nibble
Today’s haiku comes yet again from sights seen during my commute. I pass by three soybean fields in a valley every morning and…
taking the first step
towards their autumn harvests
farmers tilling soil
like oxen of old
semis pull grain-filled wagons
over well-trodden paths