Tranquil cows sough softly
Their dew breath upon the evening grass,
Raising curious heads and heavy lidded eyes
To cast milky glances at the passers by.
Beyond their lazy lowing,
An invisible sun journeys earthward
Bound to join sky and sea,
As the breeze blown, rippling corn
Yearns to tap the gold stream that edges the clouds
Out of land sight.
The evening air is sweeping with residual warmth
Blessing bared skin with the hint of
a kiss.
Between rain showers fit to drown butterflies
The cows close dew eyes in slow motion.
Trudie Shannon
