Daylight
Up from deep sheaths of time
Working hands uphold the light
Picking through the fruits of lime
Finish in the cool dark night
Now with no alarming fight.
Sunrise works me in the cold
In fields of green trees bawling
I Flutter though these planted folds
Feeling daylight calling
To death dear fruits are falling.
In the morning mist I work
Almost till I break my back
Shale of earth and much mirth
To enrich the soil my only act
Now we all will know no lack.
Moon beguiles and evening falls
Yawning with the days demand
Supper and my love does call
Fortune now in my hands
Favoring my wills command.
8/18/2015
Copyright © Julie Heckman | Year Posted 2015
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