Night Harvest
Farmer neighbors join
hands, bringing in the sheaves
under a wheat moon
while babies curl in baskets
dreaming of milky warm breasts
image: “The Harvest Moon,” by Samuel Palmer (1805-1881)
Rosemarie Gonzales is today’s host at dVerse. Rosemarie says:
Write a poem about or with “wheat” and its possible variations.
Tao Talk 
Ohhhhh I love this! For some reason, I’ve always loved the word “sheave”. And these lines
“under a wheat moon
while babies curl in baskets
dreaming of milky warm breasts”
are deliciously beautiful!
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🙂 ❤ Thanks much, Lillian, glad you enjoyed them.
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This is such a comforting poem, Lisa, one that tells me all is right with the world, which we badly need at the moment,
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So glad you enjoyed the poem, Kim, yes we do.
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I love the thought of a night harvest… and how important it is to bring in the wheat before it is spoiled. There is a comfort with those babies waiting… lovely
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So glad you enjoyed the ideas and feelings the poem invoked.
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Oh, this is heavenly how you describe the harvest. ❤ Beautiful details in this poem.
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Lucy thank you.
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Short and very very sweet. You have all the details there that we need.
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Thanks Jane
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simply delightful .. all of it!
The wheat fields I meandered thru in India couldn’t be harvested after dark … too many snow leopards hunting then!
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yipes!
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they are magnificent creatures …
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The brevity is complimented by the lovely word sculpting. Without being crude, there are many of us yearning yet for warm breasts.
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Nothing crude about it at all. There is comfort to be found in the bosom ❤
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Time for harvest is upon us. I love the image of that wheat moon.
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I have visions of harvest festivals and sheaves of corn decorating a church where they would give thanks after their toil. Lovely Lisa 🙂
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Nice image, Christine 🙂
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Ah, lovely – the moon echoes the milky breasts, the harvest echoes the feeding of babies – it’s just so well balanced.
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Sarah, thank you for your eyes.
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I remember voices raised in song in our little country church…..”we shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves”. I’m not sure the child I was ever stopped to wonder what was the meaning of bringing in the sheaves, only that it was often a part of the soothing ritual that was Sunday morning at Nigh Chapel. Thank you for bringing that memory back to me.
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So glad it brought a pleasant memory to you, Beverly ❤
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Short, crisp, succinct and absolute heaven! 💝💝
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So happy you like it, Sanaa 🙂
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This poem presents a beautiful image
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Thank you
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Always a pleasure Li
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So lovely, Lisa! Somehow reminds me of simpler times.
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Thank you, Eugi.
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You’re most welcome.
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I love the poem and the painting and music you’ve included with it. A song of fellowship and connection – something we all need to hear right now, thank you!
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So happy it connected with you. You’re right, Ingrid.
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Oh! This is just delightful in every way.
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🙂 Thanks much, Misky.
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your twist on harvest moon as the wheat moon is so creative. captures the blessings it brought!
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Thank you. I saw that painting awhile back and thought to use it when the time was right. The prompt was perfect for it.
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indeed, Ms. Jade!
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