Spring gone

Posting this one for Paul Brookes’ 30DaysWild challenge. I like the tender colours in it. The photograph was only taken a month ago but the wheat is already ripened and harvested.

Spring gone

I think I remember
the way the seasons rolled,
a great wheel turning slowly,
drawing up green shoots,

the way they unfurled into summer flags,
danced red and gold in autumn winds,
and lay quiet beneath the foggy winter trees.

I think I remember
green and damp and rain.

But the lurch of the machine,
no longer in control,
shakes the memories into the exhaust,
blown away like chaff.