Thursday, 20 August 2009

Up the road, afternoon.

White butterflies over and around the field of feed-cabbages, and white gulls over and around the tractor harrowing the stubble of the wheatfield, look like torn scraps of white paper.


The Crow said...

Vivid imagery; gorgeous.

You use words to paint like Van Gogh used oils. I admire the artistry of you both.


Crafty Green Poet said...

oh we saw just that butterfly scene a few days ago, lovely!

Bee said...

I think of you now, everytime I see a butterfly. xx