Being as it is

Vedantic poetry from the book Pictures: Collected Poems - Portraits Landscapes Abstractions by Stuart Rose

I sit on a solitary boulder
under an oak tree
in a gently sloping valley
where almost all colours
are blues and greens,
where all is as it is.

Horseflies swarm on ewe dung
with hungry activity,
a fist-sized oasis of brown nectar
in the green.
A peewit, repetitively shrill,
sings out in the sunshine
attracting another
then a pheasant joins in.

Later, in the woods,
blue and green reverse:
sky green canopies
and carpets of bluebells.