Evolving

 

 

Warm breath of wind,

floating poppy heads bow

silently embracing persimmon summer.

 

Somewhere behind the low hum

of a tractor turning fertile soil- ripe

for seeds of autumn harvest.

 

Clouds form above,

coagulating white mass

threatening a shower.

 

Here I question

how many feet like mine have walked this hill

in search for solace?

And found

only a moment.