An Evening in September – A Poem by Ann Christine Tabaka


Submitted by Ann Christine Tabaka

Evening reaches across and blankets the land.
Tall stalks kissed pink by the glow of the setting sun.
Row after row of fence posts stand at attention. 
A lone crow perched atop a rail surveys the expanse.
In the field a one-eyed scarecrow stares back menacingly. 
Darkness falls earlier as the hours of daylight abate.
Soon harvest time will arrive with its thunderous
mechanical beasts looming over the landscape,
belching black smoke and churning up clouds of dust,
as they reap the golden crops.
As the harvesters cleave the shafts they will leave
the refuse in their wake like so many fallen soldiers. 
The crow looks over the bounty of ripe grain,
aware that it will soon be time for him to go.
Flying to a place of safety far from the noisy
metal monsters that now sit on the horizon in wait.
The scarecrow smiles knowing he has done his job well.

About the Poet

Ann Christine Tabaka has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize in Poetry, has been internationally published, and won poetry awards from publications. She lives in Delaware, USA.  She loves gardening and cooking. Chris lives with her husband and three cats. Her most recent credits are: Pomona Valley Review; Ariel Chart, Page & Spine, West Texas Literary Review, Oddball Magazine, The Paragon Journal, The Stray Branch, Trigger Fish Critical Review, Foliate Oak Review, Better Than Starbucks!, Anapest Journal, Mused, Apricity Magazine, The Write Launch, The Stray Branch, Scryptic Magazine, Ann Arbor Review, The McKinley Review.

Photo Credit: Willard Metcalf – November Morning

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