Beech Hill

by Gary Lawless

blue below our
feet blue field
field full of berries
blue bay below
clouds, crows,
wood lily under
blue sky,
on our way
to blue  

maple to oak
beech to sumac
goldenrod, ferns,
bees and butterflies
bird at the edge then gone
bird entering light


late and the light
stays, longer
we wander the fields
count the stars
listen for loons
if there is wind
we thank it
carried away