The Heavy Dews of Autumn

These heavy dews of autumn
speak of changes on the way,
days of clear skies
that hang a bright blue
above miles of prairie hills,
heavy-bellied beef grazing
in the still-green grass
of late summer rains.

Stretching west from the river,
lower plains of corn and milo
stretch long threads of copper and bronze
beyond the section lines of gravel roads.
The smoky haze of harvest
rises behind green or red machines
separating seed from stalk
and filling the lean, low bellies
of semi-trailers filed along the near edge
of fields that spread into dusk.

Dreams of gold and rust
filter into the night;
some will sleep the tired slumber
of long days of sweat and dust
while others stir
and turn toward one shoulder,
hoping a change that small
will somehow call away the worries
that turn the darkness into thought
and leave some space
for the peace of rest

while the heavy dew of autumn
forms thick beads that will stream down windows
and gleam silver in the sun
that dawns the beginning
of one more day of hope and promise.

H. Arnett

About Doc Arnett

Native of southwestern Kentucky currently living in Ark City, Kansas, with my wife of twenty-nine years, Randa. We have, between us, eight children and twenty-eight grandkids. We enjoy singing, worship, remodeling and travel.
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