Elizabeth J. Coleman
is the author of the chapbook The Saint of Lost Things, published in 2009 by Word Temple Press.
Among her journal credits are Blueline, Connecticut Review, The Raintown Review, and 32 Poems.
In addition to writing poetry, Elizabeth Coleman is an attorney and a classical guitarist.
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Middlefield
Barns collapse in graying fields;
old men have stopped their milking now,
a sigh for what their brown land yields,
barns collapse in graying fields.
You sense a bit how their grief feels,
a sidelong glance at aging cows.
Barns collapse in graying fields,
old men have stopped their milking now.
Twilight click of horses’ heels
tells of Amish passing by:
blue frocks, black caps, two large spoked wheels,
twilight click of horses’ heels.
They’ve made their peace with graying fields,
curtains drawn for privacy.
Twilight click of horses’ heels
tells of Amish passing by.
There once were daily home-baked pies
for men returning from the fields,
strawberries picked by aproned wives.
There once were daily home-baked pies.
Brick homes will replace barns and sties
as old men’s children make their deals.
There once were daily home-baked pies
for men returning from the fields.
[Originally published in Connecticut Review and The Saint of Lost Things, Word Temple Press, 2009.]
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