Corn

Someone told Queen Anne
Corn is marching
In straight line formations
Standing tall
Golden feathers
Rising against blue skies

She has rushed her lace to
The side of the fields
Offering gentle presence
At the front of armies of green

Honeysuckle trumpets
Bright orange
Voluntaries at sunrise

White clouds form configurations
Named by children who have
Third eyes

It's hot August here
Where the Sycamores
Say thank you to the Wabash
And the cycles of corn
Provide structure to life
Too often in need of such

Landscapes of relative trust
Cornscapes with delicate lace
At home in Indiana
Where there are answers to
Secrets of life for those
Who look for flowers
Listen for nature's horn

Stand and move in the

Constant/Ever changing

Scape shapes of clouds and corn.


Christie, 8-1-11