Wheat (Sapphic Ode)

 

 Hidden giver, sighing life into fields of
 Wheat’s ears, rolling tide-like to meet the rusted
 gate of cracked through orange-ore, resting ajar
 guarding the hedge line
 
 Arms out, splaying fingers I divine life here-
 God’s flame, burning Barakah, sacred zephyr
 warming  fingers, frosted with tired life help them
 loosen and live bright 
TomDoughtyCopyright

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