Ummmm, little something I wrote. I thought to share it with you all. Hope it brings you something good 
Morning Smile
The smile of the morning sun sent fingers of gold though the tawny corn stalks. The sky had bled the black of night and was now a faint and hazy blue.
The womans fingers brushed the wet drew drops that clung to the stalks like loving liquid lovers shot with sunlight. Her arms spread each side of her waist, she walked, as if with wings. He blue eyes intent on the golden orb of the sun. From moment to momment she would raise her slim long fingers to her poppy red lips and taste the dew water. It shimmered wet like a kiss.
The corn field stretched into hazy horizon where it met a line of trees to the north and the east. To the west a river running like liquid silver laughed over rocks. There were no houses here to be seen. There were no people. No drone of car engines.
All was still and emtpy.
Later, farmers would appear in the field. Check for ripeness. With critical old eyes they would view the corn. Hold it in their fingers. Smell it. Value it. They would eye the sky and consider unborn storms that had yet to mar the harvest. This they would do, but not yet. Not yet. For now the hush of the dawn held here. Unbroken and beautiful like a promise of new love.
She had begun at the edge of the peaceful corn field in the fading night. She walked slowly as a cloud. Caressing the corn as she went with lovely long fingers. Now, with the sun rising into the blue and the first warmth kissing her soft skin, she reached the centre.
With dawn broken she began to hum. It was a song of verdent green grass, of old heart trees, of stoic mountains, a song of seas, a song of time, a song of laughing wind, a song of ripe juciy fruit, a song of tasty black earth, a song of rivers wild, dewdrops and daisy, roses and rainbows, of water, marsh, desert, ancient hills, flowers and fungus found in the dark damp.
With her song, she span with arms outstretched. She spun and she spun and she spun! While she span she was Humming all the time on smiling smiling lips. She span and swung around and around to the song. She finally stopped, dizzy and exultent, smilling like the sun itself. Sighed, taking a deep drink of crisp morning air scented with wildberry and corn. Then, she began to walk towards the trees, and vanished amoung their leafy arms.
With the morning well begun and the motor ticking over, the farmer stood and stared. He stood scratching his head with dirt encrusted finger nails. Wondering. He stood in the centre of his field and with old amazed eyes he followed the spiral of the crop circle.
THE END
Morning Smile
The smile of the morning sun sent fingers of gold though the tawny corn stalks. The sky had bled the black of night and was now a faint and hazy blue.
The womans fingers brushed the wet drew drops that clung to the stalks like loving liquid lovers shot with sunlight. Her arms spread each side of her waist, she walked, as if with wings. He blue eyes intent on the golden orb of the sun. From moment to momment she would raise her slim long fingers to her poppy red lips and taste the dew water. It shimmered wet like a kiss.
The corn field stretched into hazy horizon where it met a line of trees to the north and the east. To the west a river running like liquid silver laughed over rocks. There were no houses here to be seen. There were no people. No drone of car engines.
All was still and emtpy.
Later, farmers would appear in the field. Check for ripeness. With critical old eyes they would view the corn. Hold it in their fingers. Smell it. Value it. They would eye the sky and consider unborn storms that had yet to mar the harvest. This they would do, but not yet. Not yet. For now the hush of the dawn held here. Unbroken and beautiful like a promise of new love.
She had begun at the edge of the peaceful corn field in the fading night. She walked slowly as a cloud. Caressing the corn as she went with lovely long fingers. Now, with the sun rising into the blue and the first warmth kissing her soft skin, she reached the centre.
With dawn broken she began to hum. It was a song of verdent green grass, of old heart trees, of stoic mountains, a song of seas, a song of time, a song of laughing wind, a song of ripe juciy fruit, a song of tasty black earth, a song of rivers wild, dewdrops and daisy, roses and rainbows, of water, marsh, desert, ancient hills, flowers and fungus found in the dark damp.
With her song, she span with arms outstretched. She spun and she spun and she spun! While she span she was Humming all the time on smiling smiling lips. She span and swung around and around to the song. She finally stopped, dizzy and exultent, smilling like the sun itself. Sighed, taking a deep drink of crisp morning air scented with wildberry and corn. Then, she began to walk towards the trees, and vanished amoung their leafy arms.
With the morning well begun and the motor ticking over, the farmer stood and stared. He stood scratching his head with dirt encrusted finger nails. Wondering. He stood in the centre of his field and with old amazed eyes he followed the spiral of the crop circle.
THE END
