Field of Wheat

Autumn wheat ripening in the Sun–
thousand stalks
of wild wheat whisper
secrets of nature,
thousand waves of wheat
ripple like liquid gold
in an august afternoon,
as an easy wind sways you
singing a lazy song.

You’re equivocal.

A hungry artist sees,
believes and draws you.
Focusing on details
trying to interpret the truth.

A heartsick man sees you
and is reminded of his beloved’s
golden hair.

Lovers hand-in-hand
lay in your embrace
and share a warm hug
under the autumn sun.

A sweating farmer
halts his hard labor
to take a breather
and looks around at you
with endless love and joy.

I stop by
to look at you
on the way to my home,
the sun blushes
turning a slow deep red
and then falls into you
So lovely, radiant and sweet.

© dixitmrityunjay, 2020. September heart-to-hearts.

The poem was inspired by the dverse prompt: Waiting on Wheat

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  1. This is quite beautiful! Oh, this is just lovely and I love the impact of this piece. It can read as a love poem (and we know how Neruda was fond of those!)

    Beautiful and stunning work yet again. The details are out of this world and raw.

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  2. This is gorgeously rendered! Especially like; “A hungry artist sees you believes and draws you/Focusing on details trying to interpret the truth.” 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

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