Law of the Harvest
Poetry Contest Honorable Mention
Law of the Harvest
I curl myself around
warm food in my belly—
ancient, first and only comfort.
I’m supposed to be rejoicing,
sending my son into fields of white
all ready to harvest.
On sky blue sheets my heart
tumbles out of my sickled chest,
sends hope and sorrow to heaven
where the sower of all good seeds
plants my tears
for future reaping.
Melody Newey earns a living as a registered nurse and lives to write. She loves how heaven spills into the world through art. She is the mother of three mostly-grown children.