The Sound of Sandhills

The morning started
With sunlit fields
A cold gentle breeze tickled
The remaining oak leaves
By midmorning
Dark gray clouds
Appeared on the horizon
By midafternoon
The first snowflakes
Descended upon the cedars
From a distance
Came the sound of Sandhills
As they came into focus
They circled upward
Over the Cumberland
Then disappeared
It was then I realized
Winter had truly arrived
Let not your spirits be down
Its not hard to comply
When its time to fish the “fly”

Roy (Bud Bonefish) Nave
2015