Shenandoah
Three silos in a fallow field—
weathered but useful—
filled with yield.
Grain recovered;
Harvest reaped.
Fertile farmland
now hibernates.
A seasoned farmhand
trepidates.
No AI,
no smartphone,
can expedite
what happens next.
A dozen cows
huddle in the winter rains.
They stand and watch
and wait and monitor
for the first
signs of Spring.

