stalks stand tall
not yet softened by time
husks hum carelessly
applauding their usefulness
in the dry breeze
no longer burdened with life
soon selected for a nobler task
eager for rest
contentment abounds
before sprouting
in the new season

About justbrinkley

poetry, flash fiction, prompts from a southern granny who should have been a writer.
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