The yoke hung on the wooden peg in the barn
boots kicked off not far behind
I walked out with the sweet smell of hay behind me
and an endless blue sky
Mustard greens with bright yellow hats waving matching the sun
Mustard and Sky
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6 responses to “Mustard and Sky”
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Oh Corey, you’re giving me such saudades for my native Northern California. I remember those vast fields filled with blossoming mustard. (And a little later, the orange California poppies).
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I’ve always said you should write a book, now I think you should also write a book of poetry:)
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love the stark contrast of brightness…needed here on the east coast rain cold grey-
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Spring continues to right our course.
X times 3,
Arnelle -
You have a gift.
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Mustard does remind me of that part of California where I grew up. There were so many fields of the beauty of yellow.
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