Wheat Fields or Wheat Fields with Sheaves, June 1888 by Vincent Van Gogh
They huddle like a team at quarter time,
wheat sheaves tufted.
cut and bound ready to stack
The field turns brown from the cutting line.
upright stalks mown down by men
swinging scythes rhythmically,
tied by women with scarves in their hair
The sun follows the workers across the field,
its golden eye ever watchful,
blazing at day’s zenith,
wearying those who labour
White puffy clouds roll across the blue sky
bubbling up into the possibility of a storm
such a promise heartens and urges the workers
Harvest first, respite may follow