From above, this region is a quilt
of all colours, covering a vast
and restless sleeper ; each week
the colours have shifted, wrapped
in season. No pause here. No holding still.
The tractor driver spends all the daylight hours
and more, lonely in his cab, changing
a field’s colour inch by inch, precisely
row by row. A young deer, ears up and pointed,
grazes watchfully nearby, safest
at centre, sharply in view.
Rogan Wolf, October 2016