Golden wood borders

autumnal remains of corn. 

Geese watch me pass. 

 Dinosaurs hunting

the edge of a lake.

   Wings spread, they call to the sky.

 Sable Kansas sky -

no stars to contemplate,

horn blows as sleep comes.

Silver silos squat

by frost-flecked fields,

  dawn light winks as we roll past.

 Black crow pops, spirals

         from rolling golden stubble.

Engine dust swirls past.

 Orange and pink melding

on the edge of silent black;

clacking toward the dawn.

 Clouds roaming the sky

    to the painted horizon - 

Sunflowers glowing