Before Autumn abruptly shifted into winter
I walked the farm marveling
At the dance the flocks of birds make, swirling and dipping in the sky.
Look who is back! The day before the big wind, I saw a Sandhill Crane in the yard!
And a Crow on the road!
Not to mention
Our amazing hawk—I call him Harry. It might be a she, so Harriett would then be her name.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,