The Emerald Mosque on the Hill

In the lull, the afternoon sun warms the linseed field. The flowers are quiet, their bright subdued in the green while the mind wanders to the emerald mosque upon the hill, built around a flowing spring, the easy absolutions and ablutions in that mosque where the spring water has been let loose to meander over marble courtyards and inner chambers, across the geometric, green-tiled floor that cools the heels of the faithful.