Half moon in a lake blue sky
Reflecting clouds
Crows circling shadows
Over cut paths of September
Dry hay bales shade woven
Purplish blue on a broad flank hill
At the field's edge Queen Anne’s Lace 
Butter-colored golden rods
Seed laden milkweeds
Waiting on the stalled breath
Of a breeze for their flight
Between oak trees a deer lightly steps 
Crickets sing in the tall grass along a stone wall
A bluejay sings liquid notes
And I wait, listen, and listen again
Giving myself the patience to watch
An orange belted bumble bee
Settle on the curling ribbon of purple asters
At the pasture’s edge
I am unburdened by the day’s labor of my hands

Poem: Notes on a Sketch Made at a Pasture’s Edge ©2026 Charles van Heck

Photograph: The Mowing Field # 1 ©2026 Charles van Heck

Photograph: The Mowing Field # 2 ©2026 Charles van Heck

Photograph: At a Field's Edge # 6 ©2026 Charles van Heck

Photograph: The Walk Home ©2026 Charles van Heck