Thursday, 21 April 2022

harvestiture

 harvestiture 


across the sea of a long raked field

waves the harvest of corn dried suns

rustling high in pollarded fingers run

the thoughts of ears in rustling tines 

greening to gold a million fingered days

on a bare knee’s wander flowing free

and running ahead of a spaniel day

leverets time and time again away

thoughts fly down beneath the gown

and down sits the minded warming now

trapped in time atop a time’s rare day

and if i should say then it will surely stay

for the spider sun has set full speed

in a long exhale down walk’s slow steps

and warm rocks sleep this cradle day

yet look

the moon is risen over there 

and in its turning it turns out to be

that it has been such a perfect day

for you and also for me 

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