evening fields of color
float up to the moon
shadows seam
into a gathering of green
charming the river
into a rhyme
of age-old words
whispered
into a thousand
dreams
Jan Darrow (Autumn Poetry: A Collection for the Season)
sun devotion
month of June
horses
graze
across the moon
fields of corn
spark and rise
the longest day
roars
then dies..
2026 Jan Darrow
I tell you about
the stars and you name them
like numbers -
trigonometry I don't understand
or geometric probabilities of war.
The minutes move
from a day. Hours fall
like seconds
into a new paradigm shift.
Words spread across world history
written
the likes not seen
for centuries.
(c) Jan Darrow 2026
(Accepted by After/Thought Literary - but closed its doors before it could be published.)
