Cornfield with Lark
(van Gogh)

In waves of gold,
          Swollen green,
Ears to wind,
          Wild-maned, lean,
The cornfield reared, reared once more,
Reared again in rhythmic sheen.

Against the sky,
          Pastel, plain,
With clouds in line,
          In fading lane,
A lark rose singing, singing soared,
Soared from the dancing, golden plain.

Silent the song
          From the lark's rich store,
In frozen flux
          The gold corn's core...
The painter's gone, gone on before,
His cornfield rears for ever more.

© R.G. Bishop