'Fields Of May'
oil on wood panel
9 x 12
(plein air)'

Today I walked through fields of grass
Tall and waving they hid half of me
Here and there bushes of wild rose stopped me
As I stood taking in their perfume
Barn swallows swooped low over the waving seed tops
My mind filled with memories 
I breathed deeply
In these fields of May

-Jeffrey J. Boron-