are full of seed, sprouts and leaves and rain
 
I wear this irksome suit of flesh & yet
the fields
 
are scented, sweet with dirt and singing
 
I watch my days fall and die like embers & yet
the fields
 
are tangled with grasses and asters
 
I smile a cruel curve, a drawn bow & yet
the fields
 
are recycling the soft wreckage of harvest
 
I hate like a god hates when it is forgotten & yet
the fields
 
are still in love with green
 

Donna Vorreyer is the author of To Everything There Is (2020), Every Love Story is an Apocalypse Story (2016) and A House of Many Windows (2013), all from Sundress Publications. Her work appears or is forthcoming in Ploughshares, Waxwing, Poet Lore, Cherry Tree, Salamander, Harpur Palate, and other journals. She lives in the suburbs of Chicago where she serves as an associate editor for Rhino Poetry and hosts the monthly online reading series A Hundred Pitchers of Honey.