Listen Linda Allardt The last leaves cut loose ahead of the wind. Snow by nightfall. We'll be islanded in silence by morning. The summer's behind us at last- a perfectly sensible search for land, we said, but always something wanting- home site, facing south-farm pond-view- year-round road-room for barn and wood shop- meadow enough to pasture horses-woods- wanted most to be islanded in woods, one woodpecker knocking on the silence, old growth forest listening deep around us.
Listen Linda Allardt The last leaves cut loose ahead of the wind. Snow by nightfall. We'll be islanded in silence by morning. The summer's behind us at last- a perfectly sensible search for land, we said, but always something wanting- home site, facing south-farm pond-view- year-round road-room for barn and wood shop- meadow enough to pasture horses-woods- wanted most to be islanded in woods, one woodpecker knocking on the silence, old growth forest listening deep around us.