On this June Cranham day

On this June Cranham day.
A flight of grasses moved southwards.
A call to warmth?
Banners, strips of racing white go endless overhead moving East.
This blue English sky.
Than stillness.
Close, a bee drones.
Until another breath is made by wind.
More grasses race away.
A pattern emerging in this green sea swell with its yellow tops
or
a discourse
between
what is organic
and
what is elemental?
rob miller cranham june 2009

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