A COUNTRY HAIBUN
A murky sky on a late winter day. The farm country is brown. Rolling pastures of dried brown grass, plowed fields of muddy dirt, corn fields left with a golden brown stubble. Here and there a white farmhouse with outbuildings in either red or white. Otherwise, the vista is brown, brown, brown.
There is a subdued beauty about the brown hills, their sweep and curve, their valleys and ridges. A smoothness and a calmness in their brown coat. A solid color, brown. Dependable, lasting. On this dull day horses and cows stand quietly in pastures. The stillness of a painting by a Dutch master, but for the crows.
cawing and pecking
down one hill and up another
black dots on brown
Bottle Rockets #17, August 2007