The hay was really …

The hay was really

sugar cane mulch

smelling warmly

of molasses

and green spikey cane

Warm earth

encompassed

in bundled..

crumbling grass

And when I pass it now

near my path..

a vague

and tremulous

thought

appears in my mind

a whiff

a scent

a trail to follow

back to blue skies

and waving green cane

and the earthy browny

tawny soil….