She harvests
this season’s
blossoms
the pollen penetrated
to plump
crimson’s weeping skin,
perse orbs
askew and hanging low
the weight of
verdant snaps and strings
dessicating in the glittering heat
soft yellow
butternuts
darkening to black
their seeds spilling out
lapped up
by crows
she shoos away with a wave of her hand
kneeling between the rows.
2 comments:
Makes me think of Millet's Gleaners(or gleamers?!)
Sowing,harvesting in the heat.
Me likes.
yeah, she created a visual of the harvest.
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