SUNSET AT THE WHEAT FIELDS, near Arles,1888

The sun glows 
bears down 
on fields that soon 
will be tamed. 

Its wheat glow can be seen 
for miles, 
even with the deep darkness
of soot that will scatter 
in dusk. 

The rich wheat golden sunset,
a zephyr follows  
the bare light
cast puffs of cloud.


With darkness approaching, 
the sky becomes free of brilliants,
the sun 
losing its flush.

The sower has done an excellent job, 
though the fields 
are not smooth, 
but of clumps of soil. 

He stumbles his way across,
his arms full of the precious wheat berry and seeds, 
that will feed many over the winter. 

Then build more as the seed 
sparks for more.