Overworked, the end of love

via Daily Prompt: Overworked

my love has been

overworked

like a harvester

after a long yellow day,

somewhere between

sunrise and sunset

from the first timid light

until grey shadows fall,

it has laboured

on the corn rowed land

where the heat shimmers

and rises,

and in the dusted fields

that parch

the senses

and hope for rain,

there have been

no drops of water

no willowy branches

only still, heavy air

straining for breath,

my love has been

overworked

for too long a time,

it will toil

no more.

 

 

 

 

 

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