Sunday, October 11, 2009

Illinois Autumn: The Corn


We saw it
When its green
Could barely
Be perceived
And while
We watched it not
It possessed the land
And where
They had not been before
Corners now appeared
That must be looked
Around with care
For the corn
Grew to hide
Other lanes
And through
No hand touched it
It spread forth
Its leafy palms
To capture the Sun
And translate
It into
Something that could
Keep us the winter through
Its green has changed
And gone away
But after we
Have had our fill
What wisdom saved
Shall bring it forth

-7 October 2000

1 comment:

  1. So beautiful! You and your lovely wife definitely have writing in common. :O)