Harmony
Back and forth,
HIgh then low
Black swifts scythe below;
Beneath the vivid hue
Wide-set celestial blue.
Across the field
Buttercups fill my view with
Dung pats,dried,and fried in the sun;
Cowslips clumped,bud apple-green
With daisies dotted between.
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2007
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