It's Still Life

1 Day: Rapeseed Blooming in an Open Field

an arrow of sun
or that yellow
careless as fire in dry grass

its strength buried
in twisted roots

blossoms pelting the sky
and not asking

each seed a throat
breaking open

the field rising
not holy
but louder than prayer

Written for Writers’ Digest Poem-a-Day Challenge for April 2026. Prompt word: Seed