Prairie

Long grass flows as an ocean breeze,
Skies; pale blue dotted by scant white clouds.
Ground alive, insects abound.
Birds sing in scattered trees.


A spring day on the prairie


Skies so dark, the black of night,
Birds of prey sleep and rest.
Buffalo graze and stand quiet,
Stars and moon, the only light.


A spring night on the prairie


Lightning cracks to split the night,
Rain falls to quench the land.
Plants renew and spring forth,
All try to stay out of sight.


A spring storm on the prairie


Ground cracks, hard as clay,
The sun beams down without remorse.
Hawks fly high overhead,
Heat waves give land sway.


A summer day on the prairie


Hot winds blow, turn to cold,
Swirling torrents of dirt and grass.
Howling screams pierce the air.
The tornado’s path is told.


A summer storm on the prairie


The days now warm, night’s cool,
Leaves fall and float.
The moon so large and pale,
Birds fly south and soon.


Autumn on the prairie


The northern hawk blows,
The prairie dog barks.
Rabbits scurry,
Snow covers and flows.


Winter on the prairie


Rows of corn stand tall,
Seas of grain do wave.
Parking lots paved,
All to the shopping mall.


The prairie today

Ed Williams
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