So Much Depends As I Once Remember It Then

so much depends
upon a swirl
of paints
of yellow
and green
and violet

so much depends
upon the silence
of the plow

so much depends
upon the farmer
still

so much depends
upon your
vanishment.

by RIC BASTASA

Comments (4)

I love this poem, especially for its brevity.
nice poem
i think this is very good poetry.you painted a clear picture of fall
dis is preety good indeed