our buzzards went away during the summer, they just came back this week, so did the crows..

November 2, 2015 at 8:09 AM

That conjured up visions.

November 2, 2015 at 8:14 AM

Makes me think of a line of battle-weary men, trudging along for days, and some not making it.

November 2, 2015 at 10:34 AM

Stark and good.

November 2, 2015 at 11:24 AM

Excellent write :)

November 2, 2015 at 11:30 AM

Those things that a person needs to forget stand out in this poem!

November 2, 2015 at 11:42 AM

I passed a farmer's field not far off from yesterday, and there sat a murder of crows munching on the corn field that was left. I wonder what kinds of problems this brings? Farmers always seem to hate buzzards.

November 2, 2015 at 1:13 PM

Very gothic!
Lynne x

November 2, 2015 at 1:23 PM

As the person above said, this is VERY gothic..... We don't see buzzards here --but we always see them when we go to Mt. Nebo, Arkansas... I got some good pictures of some one year when we were there....

Hugs,
Betsy

November 2, 2015 at 1:33 PM

nicely clearly stated, the moving on process

have a good week

much love...

November 2, 2015 at 4:09 PM

The struggle never ends....:)JP

November 2, 2015 at 4:56 PM

Things we need to forget, but have difficulty in doing so...and in some instances, that's not such a bad thing.

November 2, 2015 at 5:20 PM

That was good. :)

November 2, 2015 at 6:07 PM

A sublime demonstration of less being much, much more!

November 3, 2015 at 7:22 AM

Hmmmmmm . . .

November 3, 2015 at 7:33 AM

Oh I know that feeling!

November 3, 2015 at 10:15 AM

very interesting thought.

November 3, 2015 at 1:52 PM

Ah, it's maybe hard sometimes to decide if humans have to intervene in the nature...

November 3, 2015 at 6:57 PM

Good, good, and then some. You are terse but drag up images despite the benison of forgetfulness.

November 3, 2015 at 8:06 PM