Afternoon in the sun

Shades of green, yellow, gold
contrast the silver-blue of
Lake Champlain
Insects encircle
my head, my hands
looking for an
easy meal, not death

The clover at my feet
sends up a
sweet aroma of
sugar-pollen
white to the eye
life to the bee

I rise to leave
but will remember this
place fondly
despite the sound of
cars