Buttoned Down
November – Big Foot Prairie
Flat land in all directions
to the treelines miles away
Red barns, green roofs, neat fences
Tidy aged farmhouses
Baled hay like giant tumbleweeds
Plowed fields as brown corduroy
Here and there winter wheat sprouts green
Golden stubbles of harvested grain
reflect the autumn sun
Wild geese graze for forgotten scraps
Neat rows of corn wait for harvest
Like soldiers awaiting orders
Speeding down highway 14
Sense of everything in its place
All as it should be
Timeless, calm, prepared.
Soon all will be covered for winter
In their snowy blankets
But for now
Everything is buttoned down
Ready for the whatever comes.