Face of the sun leans against their own

Inflaming their cheeks among fields wind-blown,

Expanding far beyond the autumn skies.

Lazy sheaves of wheat dwell under sun's eyes

Defined edges by their firey lover;

Supernatural golden light does hover.

Overnight they sorrowfully sway and sigh

Famished for the sun to return to the sky.

Gradually it rises and gold rays deploy

Overwhelming their collective joy.

Little ones wake at the beat of the sun

Dressing them all again in robes gold-spun.

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• Date written: May 15, 2017 • Word Count: 81 • Line Count: 12 • Stanza Count: 3 •