Windy Day

The wind has turned the corn field into a turbulent expanse that moves

and shimmers like the sea. It to has waves that roll across the surface,

but with these ones I hear the sound first, a gentle whoosh, and a few

seconds later the whole field sways in great swathes like a mexican wave.

Clouds of Cow Parsley dot the edges of the fields,

they change from day to day as the flowers blossom.