Without the moon the domed sky
deepens and fills with stars, spills
sparks into solid dark
of the windbreak across the field
Tips of light dip, dance
in summer’s heat, slip
through rising scent
of dampening soil, through song
of coyotes lifting
through sweep of freedom granted
by night and by desire
– Jackie Magnuson Ash
A previous version published in PlainSpoken: Chosen Lives, Chosen Words
Jackie Magnuson Ash grew up on a farm in central Kansas, later to return to raise two children and help her husband manage the farm business. She holds an English degree from Emporia State University and is a member of Prairie Poets and Writers, a Salina group which self-published its work in PlainSpoken: Chosen Lives, Chosen Words.
Comments on: "83. Earthfallen" (1)
Jackie – Exquisite! I love that I can hear your voice reading this poem – and you read it in a way that brings me right into the poem with you. Love the freedom and the sparks of it all. Congrats, my friend!