expanded version of the blog I posted a few days ago - this time covering all four seasons.

 

 

Cycle Of The Scarecrow

 

A Scarecrow Dreams Of Living

 

A scarecrow in autumnal sheen

thinks of all that he has been.

His age old frame begins to lean

as bitter winds blow in, so keen.

He longs for days of evergreen,

so buys back time, wipes the slate clean,

gives his soul to the pumpkin queen -

the witch who walks at Halloween.

 

A Scarecrow Dreams Of Leaving

 

A scarecrow in the wax moonlight

is snowed upon one winters night

and as the crystals, soft, alight

he dreams perhaps some day he might

take footsteps off into the bright

ice world. His skeletal delight

some hours later, fat and white

with snow-flesh -  waiting for coal sight.

 

A Scarecrow Dreams Of Working

 

A scarecrow in a cutting rain

watches his slush slide down the drain

and as it leaves, he feels the pain

as bones of wood protrude and drain.

Weak sunlight sows the sleeping grain

as he is called upon, again,

to stand guard over crops – attain

dominance over winters stain.

 

A Scarecrow Dreams Of Dying

 

A scarecrow dries in summer sun

knowing that, once more, he’s won

the right of those, which he is one,

to face the crows of Albion.

Then as the solstice webs are spun

and shadows lengthen, day is done –

he knows that he cannot outrun

what summers beetles have begun.

 

 

 

 

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