WRITERS ABROAD MAGAZINE: THE THIRD SPACE
In The Stillness
by Dianne Ascroft
Brilliant blue sky against
Muted hues of a newly cut field.
Towering trees form its windbreak,
An isolated square, still and tranquil.
Coarse reddish fur against
Burnished yellow of a dropped bale.
The fox fiercely scans the field,
Sniffing the breeze, still and taut.
Dusty, faded denim against
Cropped hay squeezed by twine.
I recline on my hard won seat,
Under a rising moon, still and tired.
6 | May 2016