Saturday, 21 January 2017

A Poem A Day 16

Hay Fields at Harvest

Hazy skies meet
gently sloping fields,
where cylinders, placed evenly
into golden distance
sing symmetry.  This organic
geometry substantiates
mystery; delineates
the space.

Kerry Miller 

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