She stood, eyes closed, in the morning sun.
He watched her, the small secret smile.
Winter’s grip loosening under the rays.
Her face softened, the lines less hard.
He watched her, the love of his life.
Winter’s hard pack melting fast now.
She stretched, leaning against him.
He smelled the sunshine in her hair.
Winter’s darkness shattering again.
She kissed his grain dust covered cheek.
He pulled wheat chaff from her hair.
Winter’s sleep awakens. Spring!
She accepts the promise from the sun.
He holds the seeds of another year.
Winter’s back turns. Retreat!
Loading a truck of wheat this morning, and after the auger quieted and the truck left the yard I was able to stand quietly and bask in the spring (early spring, mind you) sunshine. This poem was born in that moment. Enjoy, and God bless farmers!