rapeseed dusks the air
soft-grainy-sweet to a sneeze
goes up past the swallows to the inking sky
its headache yellow fields
the last to resist the sink of the sun
hedges re-leaf
thicken fast
I cross the silent empty road
reach curved fingertips miles to each side
to take in the dusk
while the heaviness of all the cow parsley to come
waiting to push down
and froth up white
leans in
Poem by Rose Segal
Rose Segal is a British writer, singer, and 2018 graduate of the Creative Writing MSt at the University of Oxford, where she specialised in poetry. She lives near an ancient stone ring in the Cotswolds with her growing family and menagerie. Hear her at www.rosesegal.com or follow her Instagram: @rosesegalwriting