Around the corner
Near the top of the hill,
Is an eye catching sight
that’ll make you look twice,
maybe thrice.
If you’re not in a hurry,
you might want to stop,
get out of your car
and wonder.
After months of brown earth and dreary skies,
As the ground is born with newfound strains of green,
A field of purple clover turns heads
And imaginations of passers by.
If the rush of life affords you,
leave your car behind,
stand at the edge of an alien landscape
in awe and spectacle.
Drink in the color,
the sweet smell of the bumble bee’s delight.
Take the time,
observe the marvel,
sensory jubilation.
For next week
the plow will turn the field to brown again.
