Puddled Mud

Tracking where the tractor wheeled,
puddled mud of winter field
as rubber boots grow heavy-heeled
this January day.

poem © Celia Warren 2012

Thanks for all your comments yesterday. Just to reassure you: I'm not suffering from a cold; I simply come from a long line of sneezers on both sides of the family. Atishoooooooooooooooo!