"In the Fields, Evening," Jules Breton, WikiArt photo.
“In the Fields, Evening,” Jules Breton, WikiArt photo.

Storm cloud-gathering Zeus, lightning
Striking, rain pouring on fertile fields,
Giving way to rising sun on olive groves,
Mist clinging to tassels of new wheat,
Life as farming wives, praising blesséd
Gods, offerings of first fruits, protector
Of families, we are Jove’s children, field
Tending, mothers, daughters rake and
Sickle wielding in his name.

Field mists we perceive as messengers
Of Zeus, sent to watch and protect in
Daily labours, sanctity of home and
Crops, his daughter, Justice, reckoning
Divine, deeds and hearts of wicked and
Righteous, devourer of bribes and lies,
We pray for guidance, deliberate mist,
Enveloping farmlands, stone dwellings,
Anxious families.

Upon twilight hours we offered wine,
Figs, and flowers, incantations to godly
Glories. “Messengers we are, tears and
Prayers, groan of death, fear not worthy
Souls.” Some flee to distant hills and
Caves, seducers of fatherless families,
Weeping widows without alms, we give
Something of ourselves: coins, bread,
Clothing, warmth of hearth fires.

"Hesiod and Muse," Gustave Moreau, 1857, WikiArt photo.
“Hesiod and Muse,” Gustave Moreau, 1857, WikiArt photo.

O! Aloneness as mist downward sweeps,
Questioning depths of heart and soul, law
Absolute, piercing power ushering madness,
Redemption or plague upon heads of men,
Barren lands or renewal of fallow fields.
Tonight with bare breast exposed to ruin,
I enter dreadful night, fearing not Zeus’
Messengers of mist, dark grave, nor threat
Of storming clouds.

This poem is based on passages from Hesiod,
“Works and Days,” including: “For upon the
bounteous earth Zeus has thrice ten thousand
spirits, watchers of mortal men, and these keep
watch on judgements and deed of wrong as they
roam, clothed in mist, all over the earth.”

Curious to see morning mist lingering over fields and
farms on Atlantic Ocean shores and to think Hesiod. 

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