WEATHER VANE

Woods and fields gather autumn leaves
as flocks flying southward  stop to roost.

Spare, golden sunlight fills the air.
I walk through this field alone, unafraid,

preoccupied with thoughts of tomorrow.
The wind rustles the bare branches

of a solitary sycamore and I come upon
a ramshackle barn with an old weather vane

that points the long way home.

About Anderson O'Brien:
Anderson O'Brien lives in Columbia, SC with her husband. She has published poetry in several publications including The Kentucky Review, Iodine Poetry Journal, and Blue Fifth Review.