Evening Colour
Where the road sweeps left
Winding through tall budding hedgerows
Cutting, for a moment, the view ahead
The rainfall gathers
In flat glistening pools and puddles
Catching the slanting rays of the late Spring sun
Glittering, reflecting golden light
Too blinding to observe
Then swinging right again
Emerging from the tree-lined tunnel
In to a greater open space
That shows the glory of the sky
Wide, deep, darkly blue, strongly bruised
Piling up above the fresh-ploughed field
Thick, large furrowed
Deep black-shadowed lines
The gouged earth itself nutty brown
And on the other side
The wet, rich emerald green
Of freshened pasture-land
In the rolling landscape
Intense, brilliant, sharp
And here at the field’s edge
The young calves stand near the gate
Leaning, lolling heads in to the lane
Curious, wide-eyed, lowing
And far beyond all this
On the distant, rising fields
Wide sweeps of brightest yellow
Gashed across the picture
Acres of alien rape-seed stalks
Throwing up a background stripe
Which brightens up the glowing vista
Between the twisting road
And the massive sky
Copyright Andy Fawthrop 2012
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