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.

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