The fields stretched out to right and left, a patchwork of emerald, lime-green and lemon. The trees stood ranged in long straggling lines outlining the slopes of the crop fields, their spiked arms showing a first fuzz of growth, a bursting of light green with dark lines of conifers in-between and overhead the clouds puffed themselves into smudges of grey and white and the light sparkled crystal on every drop of dew.next poem