stretches along fields,
bereft of green
foliage of spring
& wildflowers
winter is still dusting white
cracks of asphalt
but there's joy when light
shifts, collides & brushes the trees
not with weary shell
but with robust yellow-peach
strokes, glinting our eyes
with color
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille, hosted by Mish. This is a 44 word post, with the chosen word, SHIFT. Thanks for your visits and comments.
