Eco’s echo

The sparse brown blades of grass

Speckle the Midwest tundra

Hinting of solemn life below.

I return the layers of winter shields

To the solitary closet visited only in autumn.

The day light lingers an hour longer

A man made feat that defies nature

And I bask in the rays that will bring the Colors of spring.

But the twilight of rays will forward me to the autumn closet again

And I will trade my pinks and peaches for the colors of the sparse Midwest tundra again.