Green tinge on brown fields,

blue sky patch on "low spot lake" -

       Tomorrow?  Next week?

 

So we were driving through Wisconsin and past a field that was damp dark brown with just the green tinge of new spikes coming up.  In the lower spots, water still lay, reflecting the sky.  Then riffing off the "you never step in the same river twice" line, what if I passed the field tomorrow, or next week, what would I see?   (And yes, I know it's pretty lame when you have to explain a poem, but that's what I got for today.)

 Then bonus content -

   One person's treasure

   is another person's crap!

        Which person are you?

(Explaining again - Margie is reading a book The Art Thief, and commented that the stuff they were stealing, she wouldn't want in her home.....)