Riches in the Fields

Posted on April 8, 2018 by dchillworks

When the Spring sun slants

On this expansive field,

Dewdrops cling to grass

Just before the harvest yield.

Those liquid jewels diminish

In a song of sunbeam sorrow.

Pause, delight! Enfold the sight.

It won’t be here tomorrow.

–dc HILL August 23, 1992