Vast fields billow like an awning
with stripes of green and brown,
a landscape spring ploughed,
rudely rich and ready for sowing:
an elaborate rural tapestry
to make a weaver proud.
A few small stitches in the sky
mark a lark that’s passing by.
Kim M. Russell, 20th May 2019
This Monday I’m hosting the Quadrille at the dVerse Poets Pub and the word is ‘rich’.