Poetry by Jeff Green


Yellow Ochre Summer

by cricketjeff on May 13, 2008.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

The wheat has turned yellow,
the hay the colour of her hair –

like a golden salamander
basking in the sun.

We walk,
hand in hand
through yellow ochre fields,
to find just the right place.
Not near
the harversters.
I see beads of sweat
soak into her loose fitting top
which accepts them like blotting paper,
dark spotting the soft cotton.
We kiss.
Her hands beneath my shirt.
Beside neatly stacked straw
I find her skin, satin soft

and ripe as the ears of wheat

tanned by the summer sun.
The golden colours
of the afternoon
are etched
into my memories
of that yellow ochre