Against the Autumn Expanse

Grant Hope #51

Against fields of harvested wheat
at the end of each season
the farmer’s daughter goes out to the autumn expanse to view the twilit horizon

Standing in a prim yellow dress
flourished with lines and ties of great care
her body both bare and covered takes in the sweet cadence of the parting of air

Melanin in yellow
sparkles across the expanse
even the sun gives her favor
in its daily dance

She is the symbol of the fruits of our labor
the blessing of God’s hand
behind every step taken
a man has a good woman
and a woman her man

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