On The Farm

in August
the sky is in a hurry
while the corn takes it’s sweet time

Morning At The Farm

first light caresses
the corn, flowers and barn
blessings of the new day

In the Nature of Farming

of the cornfield abuts
the rambunctious fence line


August sun
the heart of heat
lighting everything from within

Three Sisters

corn waits
and holds a place for her sisters
beans and squash

Parting Gift

The last gift the cornfield gives
is its whispering song
on the winds of fall.


Corn tassels have browned
mist ushers in the morning
plants and weather are our time keepers.