Far from the Shire
there is a ribbon of road that rises and falls
across the landscape.
Vast fields stretch out from either side
and hug the contours of the earth.
In early spring, those hills are purple with henbit;
in the summer their fields grow full and green.
But yesterday, the hills were covered in cloud shadows.
Fluffy white clouds moved across the sky
and cast wide shadows across the fields.
If someone were to walk across the freshly plowed soil,
they would feel the shade.