It’s raining again and the winter barley waits
for a gap in the clouds
and a call to the contractors,
for a time slot
three weeks in the future,
not soon enough.
And we will watch
as the gap in the clouds
rolls on past us
onto different fields
greyness in its wake
as the heads droop
and the stems crumple
waiting for better weather.
That was impressively depicted piece about harvest Carol, really well written 🙂
Thank you for saying so. 😀
Most welcome 🙂