There was a moment
when the fields were gold
You could say
their essence was illumined
in that moment
You could say
they were made for this,
you could say that they were vessels
for the sun’s essence
in that last kiss of day
You could feel in that moment
like golden fields —
all lit up —
It would be bliss,
you and the sun —
it wouldn’t matter
how you defined it.
©Wendy Mulhern
August 29, 2015
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