A soft day
Swallows stream
Flowing low
Over the surface
Of purple-blue fields
Of tall grasses
Waving gently
Wisps of mist
Twisted by the mills
Revealing the layers
The flow of the air
Trefoil and Vetch
Lies low on the verges
Beautifully simple
So gently lit
What's the hurry?
Why worry so much
About what might be
When the glories
Are already here
Waiting for you
#CoSopoetry