Buttercup Fields
Colesville in June is a season of green,
Daisies that sprout from the rocks,
Ponds full of peepers to sing us to sleep,
Trees full of woodpecker knocks.
April rain started in March, this year,
Ending the first week of June.
Weather’s not written in stone around here:
Heat couldn’t show up too soon.
Train whistles echo off valley and hill,
Chasing small birds from the sky:
Spotted fawns pausing to give us a thrill,
And all of us watch them go by.
Achingly blue is the sky-dome above,
Garnished with feather-white cloud:
Gardens are dripping with iris and dew,
Peonies blooming out loud.
Cattle and horses a-frisk in the fields,
New shoots to nibble and sniff:
What a concerto of color and life!
Oh, what a heart-stopping riff!
Farmers a-scramble to till and to plant,
Hopeful of bountiful yields:
While I am enjoying a crop of my own…
Acres of buttercup fields.
Written by The Q.O.E.
June 10, 2017