Walking with Aseema
Along my Yerry Hill Road.
We've so little time.
Inside the barn door
Cow huddles on the warm hay--
Onset of the cold.
Green on green on brown--
Layered ferns on endless leaves;
Dog barks far away.
Sky is dull slate gray;
Birds fly beneath the low clouds;
Plane hums far above.
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