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