Reaping, by Sarah Russell

Arles, Views from the Wheat Fields, by Vincent van Gogh (Netherlands) 1888

Reaping

It is a good year, a good harvest―
the wheat, gold as a king’s coins,
as a lover’s hair freed from her combs.
At sunset, when the sky turns gold
we are gilded too―our skin
becomes the sheaves―the ache of bending,
of swinging the scythe, of gathering,
forgotten.

Sarah Russell

Sarah Russell’s poetry and fiction have been published in Kentucky Review, Red River Review, Misfit Magazine, Rusty Truck, Ekphrastic Review, Third Wednesday, and other journals and anthologies. She is a Pushcart Prize nominee, and her poetry collection, I lost summer somewhere, was published in 2019 by Kelsay Books. She blogs at SarahRussellPoetry.net.