Farmland in Winter

Fallen timbers

criss-cross like bones

protruding from shallow graves.

They were once barns,

sheds,

outlying buildings.

Among other things,
they kept

what the reaper brought.

Now,

for all of us who pass them

as we travel this rural highway,

they hold the future,

haunted

by snow that drifts ghost-like

through the empty fields

where they lie.