Tapestry

The  fields stretched out to
right and left, a patchwork
of emerald, lime-green
and  lemon.

The  trees stood ranged
in long straggling lines
outlining the slopes of the
crop  fields, their spiked

arms  showing a first fuzz of
growth,  a bursting of light green
with  dark lines of conifers
in-between

and  overhead the clouds
puffed themselves into
smudges  of grey and
white

and  the light sparkled
crystal on every drop of dew.

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