Ron Dowd
Field with Seed-Bearers
Ink and acrylic on paper, 47 x48 cm
Seed-Bearers
Fog horns sound in early morning
mingle with waking reflections.Soon the yellow sun rises
as fresh as lemon waterburns off the dark mist without effort
warms it to wisps and they disperse.In the field, bathed in light,
there’s movement.Seed-bearers begin to rise.



