A seed
in warm ground,
the corn has sprouted
two little leaves, emerald
against the brown earth,
calm under starlight
and sun. The wind lulls them
to sleep; the rain quenches
their thirst. Rich loam anchors
their lovely outstretched feet.
A scarecrow with heart of straw
stands guard against pestilence.
Even so, milkweed and vetch
threaten the very existence
of this green and gold dream.
Like the corn
we celebrate Spring
but we will not rest
until the harvest is in.
Pitching Pennies Poetry
the work of smzang
Lovely. And may there be many more harvests to come.
Love that line, ‘a scarecrow with a heart of straw.’
Douglas,
It is a joy to see your voice. We have missed you!!
Thank you for being here, and for your cherished comment.
sarah
Fantastic.
Thank you so much!