From the Railing of a Country Bridge

[Jae Mc Donnell]

 From the Railing of a Country Bridge

Mist fills the air above Rabbit River.
The fields are plowed, seed-ready, opening Is this a deliberate misspelling of ploughed? The "opening themselves" part almost make me question this   I know this is also plough. But where I'm from this spelling has a different meaning.
themselves to the arms of thickening clouds. Nice opening stanza. The thickening cloud part really sets the mood.

Before this land was tended, prairie grasses
shimmied in the heat of endless summer,
bowed to buffalo who ventured this far.

Back then life fed on sunlight - on the chirps
and low whistles of the night, on the grunts
of meadow beasts and the breathless expanse 
that the heart of  winter makes of all of this. Wow, life was a hungry bugger "back then" feeding on sunlight, winter, chirps, grunts. Nom nom nom.   No, I get that is a change in mood.

My car windows start to fog. Truck tracks
in the sopped field roads fill with despair.  
I see in the distance a grain truck making
its way up the wet pavement toward market. Yeah, nice ending, gives a feel of the subjects mood as they sit in this familiar place full of memories soaked in their own despair.

 
Not much to critique here. I liked the pace and mood. It didn't blow me away or drag me in but was a nice read. Thanks for the read, sorry I wasn't of much use.