Plump golden sweet corn
Impatient as a clown’s nervous smile
Rebelling against the bluebonnet sky
Marching in place in long fingered rows
Growing, in once fallow fields
by the babbling brook
wandering through the cool green valley
Aimless wildflowers dawdle through late May
Awaiting the corn, sun, and
the long anticipated summer
Then all dance as one dream
Poetic Alchemist 