Summer Queen

She makes grass into golden wheatadorned in a stiff gold collarcapewalking, stroking,tending, sleeping with the cropher brethren and children bothHer folk unforgiving of failurepoor cropping is catastrophe, starvationQueens become then offeringsdeath awaits down that path This summer is cold and wetWind flattened swollen heads remain green as harvest nearsshe spends chill sodden desperate nights deepin … Continue reading Summer Queen