Old Blackwood Farm

Leaves catch on field stalks
And broken fence, some grackles
Crying where the road ends.

Leaves, cobwebs, feathers,
Caught in the gutters, light wind
Blows fog through the dusk.

The fence barbs rusted;
Trees’ skeletal silhouettes
Inch toward the wellhead.

Soil leached from sun—
Vultures surround the dead cow
Laid out on bank mud

Wind-swept sticks rustling
With leaves on the walk; clear streaks
Of the last of dusk.

Don't miss the best from America

Sign up for our Newsletter to get the Jesuit perspective on news, faith and culture.

The latest from america

One of the pope’s senior advisers urged Mr. Trump to listen to “dissenting” voices when it comes to the environment.
Michael O'LoughlinMarch 30, 2017
A deeper dive on 'Amoris Laetitia' is planned for the World Meeting of Families, to be held in Dublin in August 2018.
Gerard O'ConnellMarch 30, 2017
There would be no atheists if God appeared in the sky. But there’d be no believers either.
Terrance KleinMarch 29, 2017
Catholic Charities agencies across the United States could face huge budget holes should Congress approve the president’s proposed budget.
Michael O'LoughlinMarch 29, 2017