the yellow wheat fields
are endless beneath the cloudy morning
zigzagging and swaying in the strong wind
the land glows topaz and amber
with poplar trees rising from the soil
a flock of geese heads south
tracing the arc of autumn
the birds follow an ancient path
my eyes cannot see
but here, where there is not one city light
moose and deer graze
on rain-drenched grasses
a herd of bison gallops across the river
to the drumbeats of the ancestral land
hummingbirds and woodpeckers
trill among the bees and bugs
i do not disturb the silence
not with a hunting gun
not with my boots and jacket
instead,
i remind myself
that i am only a visitor here*
i tread lightly,
taking my trash with me
beneath a Saskatchewan sky,
the wind erases my footprints
as it has erased countless others before,
leaving only the land
to remember
*Inspired by the poem: INSTRUCTIONS BEFORE VISITING EARTH
by James McCrae
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub- OpenLinkNight - Join us when the virtual pub doors open at 3pm EST. Saskatchewan is a province in Western Canada. I visited last week and I enjoyed my time under the prairie sky.

It sounds so magic with such plains, there is something special with big open skies... a bit like the sea actually
ReplyDeleteThis is exquisitely drawn, Grace. I especially admire; "a herd of bison gallops across the river to the drumbeats of the ancestral land." ❤️❤️
ReplyDeleteI can hear the silence drop in this poem with only the sky to witness footprints
ReplyDeleteMarveloso! Thanks for bringing us along!
ReplyDeleteThis is a delightful poem, Grace. I always wanted to visit Joni Mitchell’s childhood home in Saskatchewan, and I’ve read about the sky and the yellow wheat fields. I love the use of colour and the flock of geese ‘tracing the arc of autumn’.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful space you've invited us into, Grace. I want to be there and breathe it in, tiptoeing my way out delicately as you've written so marvelously here.
ReplyDeleteLovely pastoral, Grace. Untouched by human hands is a good thing when it comes to nature. Maybe one day we will "get back to the garden." Happy you had a chance to visit it.
ReplyDeleteVery scenic poem
ReplyDelete.uch love
Been there, you evoke the landscape and the magic of the place really well. JIM
ReplyDeleteA gentle, thoughtful poem; I can feel the love of country in it.
ReplyDeleteVery Nice Grace, reminds me of growing up in Wyoming and the bottomless sky i lived under! Sounds beautiful! And such a lovely poem! 💛
ReplyDeleteYour words painted the scenery beautifully. I am always mindful when in nature trying to not spoil its natural landscape and inhabitants. Enjoyed all the references to the animals along the way. Thank you for sharing your adventure.
ReplyDeleteSuch a glorious picture you paint, Grace. Yes, we are only visitors here, and that's how it should be.
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful picture you paint, Grace...
ReplyDeletei do not disturb the silence
not with a hunting gun
not with my boots and jacket
It's beautiful and magical how by reading this poem am also teleported to the nature. Love it!
ReplyDeleteinstead, i remind myself that i am only a visitor here
ReplyDeleteFun to be visiting places nearby Grace which we often miss knowing they are always there for later!
Hank
Beautiful, Grace! We have been through Saskatchewan in summer and it is beautiful to see the wheat and canola fields! Well done.
ReplyDeleteThis is so gorgeous, Grace. I love the reverence towards Mother Nature in your poem, and especially that final stanza and how the wind erases your footprints. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThe second stanza stays with me. Beautiful, picturesque poem!
ReplyDeleteYou took me there with your words.
ReplyDeleteGrace, you captured so much of the lovely landscape in the truly amazing (I'll call it an ode) to the beauty surrounding you. Lots of sighs here in Bend.
ReplyDeleteOh my goodness, the peace, beauty and quiet that are portrayed here make me want to go there right away, But in a way, I'm there already, transported by the words, and in particular, "tracing the arc of autumn" stays with me.
ReplyDeleteI feel you and that was such a trip
ReplyDeleteI so love this Grace, especially the line - a flock of geese heads south tracing the arc of autumn so resonates for me.
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